Writing

Night fast approaching.

Sitting in chairs looking on at the mound of wood.

An elegant bird rising destined to fall.

Then a light.

Small yet growing fast.

Then in a second the bird catches.

It's always the goodbyes that are hardest

especially when you've gotten so close

after years of distance

it's worst when you don't end up getting to spend the time you wanted to spend with them

I’ve always wondered

What it’s like to be myself

Openly and honest

And not hiding behind bookshelves

Waiting for someone to see

And let me into their heart.

A guy is knocking

Choose a piece of art, and write about it. Maybe its a story as to what happened, or how it makes you feel. What exactly was the artist communicating through the art, and do you agree?

Write about your favorite song or piece. How does it make you feel? What do you see in your head when you listen to it? What exactly makes that song or piece your favorite?

i want to go to a place that doesn't exist.

i want to go to a place that will never come.

i want to go to a place that is nowhere.

Or maybe i don't want to go to a place.