a writer's secret of writing
I close my eyes and feel myself drift away. I feel myself drift away into a reality of dreams. My body transferred itself into its own imagination, which is quite strange at times. I could be myself but I wouldn't look like myself. I could look like myself and run for my life because I'm on the verge of being murdered. I could become apart of a mythical world. I could be kissed and brought back to life by death himself. I could dream of dreams that are so unique that they can't be put into words.
What I'm saying is, a writer like me isn't just inspired by just a simple thought, but I'm also inspired by the dreams I have dreamt.
a.b.
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PoetryThis is my story- told through the thoughts I couldn't keep inside. A collection of moments, feelings, and truths I've learned to face and finally accept. These poems are pieces of me, shared for anyone who needs to feel less alone. If you're readin...
