Freefall (Things I Should've Said But Wrote Down Instead)

Poetry.

Such an abstract thing. Such a beautiful burst of emotions. Such feelings that make a person feel alive. For what drives someone to grab a pen and construct a rhythm of words are strong rushes of inspiration.

Often times, it is a product of what is felt that affects the way of living. Love, hatred, fear, grief, hope, loss, confusion. A mix of everything that creates a kaleidoscopic world.

The things that happen around us that leave a crater open within ourselves--they make scars that cannot be normally seen, only felt by the heart. Sometimes the only thing that can actually save us is by turning them into something worth looking back to.