Some people are born writers,
With people inside of them,
Protagonists,
Heroes,
Antagonists,
Monsters,
Screaming to get out.
With worlds inside of them,
Cities,
Seas,
Forests,
Deserts,
Crying for reality
With voices inside,
Too many to count
With so much more,
Yet it can be hard to actually put it on paper
[Staring at the white screen of my laptop]
YOU ARE READING
Under the moonlight
PoetryPoems and thoughts. ...What else am I supposed to do? These are things I wrote down the way I think, with sweltering anger and invigorating joy, in tears and smiles. I dearly hope you will take these words as advice, to live by and never to forget. ...
