one hundred letters for you.

Sometimes you write because your soul screams,
your muscles ache, your mind sets fire to your heart -
and you must write.
It is serenity.
It is peace.
It is ignition.
This was one of those times.
Because there is something so therapeutic about writing - flourishing.
When it is dark at night and you have nothing but yourself,
it is company.
It is magical.
For, these are my words, my desires, my castle.
These are my thoughts, my garden, my fortress.
These are the times, for you, for me, and for healing.
These are my words,
And my wishes are that they too become yours. //