Inkpaw

everyone says I'm so nice
and happy
and amazing 

but I don't feel those things 
most of the time 
I feel like I'm living a lie

made of fake smiles
false care 

Hey
You know that pen
The one you carry around in your back pocket?
And use to make grocery lists 

That beautiful pen 
That fits so perfectly into my hand 

That pen 

(inspired by the twentyonepilots song, car radio)

I sit in the silence 
The solitude 
Waves of hopelessness 
Crash over my weary shoulders 
Trying to push me down

"Sometimes quiet is violent"

I don't know what to write about.
somedays, 
insperation flows from my fingertips like an endelles river of poetry. 
and others,
nothing.
I can't seem to find my usaul spark today,
it seems lost 

hearts beating in time
pulses singing to a rythm only they know
minds swept away into a misty fog of comfort and trust 
hands meet
and hold eachother 
safe. 
I never thought I'd find home