Everyone has that certain place where they are at ease, feeling liberated and unbound up in the snowy billows of halcyon, but I don't have just one exact place of safe haven. Whenever the core of my creation feels content, that usually is when I'm composing the verses of my innermost feelings that I simply cannot utter out loud. The order of this confused and fumbling world would possibly not understand.
In the stormy whirling of my ADHD mind, there is a library where it is silent, so silent that one can hear the turn of the thickest, softest, and newest page. But I prefer it here, where there are books upon books of ideas, and vacuous records. I could one pluck off the shelves of mere ideas, short beginnings, and novels waiting to be finished. Where I could finish or add onto countless leather bound books. I merely think a fragment of a colloquy and so the vast words appeared before me.
I can be anywhere; nervous, aghast and trembling, and my halcyon is in my mind where I am utmost content. I just go inside my cozy library mind and read and write in utmost peace. I simply think of simple words and they just flow out of my mind like an artist and his or her muse.
It's worth to me is indescribable, words I couldn't fathom. Ever since I was a little fatherless girl and wanting to be emotionless, this place is where I'd go to turn a deaf ear the world, to do what I love to do, live to do. That hole in my heart was never filled but this place makes me happy, it's where I've found my strength, my courage to conquer things that no one should go through alone. I fought dyslexia every step of the way. In the library of my mind, where I feel I can conquer anything, and follow my pipe shaped dream.
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PoetryIt's about a time where I was feeling alone, scared and determined to end it all...
