Hi erm I’m not gonna lie and say I’ve stopped writing because I have. It’s the truth as much as it pains me, I haven’t put pen to paper in what feels like years. I had passion an I wanted to share my thoughts in the hopes that someone out there would relate. I think I did that relatively well.
I grew up. Everything about my life when I was writing was busy, hellish, a nightmare. I know what your thinking:
Why stop doing what you loved to do?
Why blame it on the fact your growing up?
Why think I’m such a cynical way?
Why has your passion ceased?
I wish I could answer you. It’s still so hard to write this, I poured everything into this poems. I made sure they where raw an real, I drew on my deepest darkest pains to make sure someone out there didn’t feel as alone as I did. I hope even if you’ve only red one maybe two pieces of my work that you felt something, anything. Weather that was emotional: rage, sadness, guilt, weakness, adoration, or weather it was a physical feeling like when you hear an extremely talented musician hit the high note and it gives you goosebumps.
I hope one day to pick up the pen again an start writing but for now I’m content. This is a love letter to souls I hope I have found along the way. However lost you maybe feeling I guarantee there are people on this earth that feels just like you.
Finally I want to say thank you an all the best until next time.
~ Trin ❤️
