To increase my speed Away From you From words That assail And hit Striking hot I won't return Never again
And I can't get over you. I cannot just erase you in my mind. I cannot just unlove the spirit that lives in your chest, and just like how you vanished, I cannot convince myself that you were just a mirage from a lucid dream.
There are times when I hate being a writer. I feel too much. Words tend to flow uncontrollably. And it sucks.
Not gonna lie, I still say shit about people until now, I am still a terrible person. I am just more mindful of my actions now. Because I know how bad it feels to want to stop feeling things and to feel desperate of getting rid of the pain.
She danced for 10 years and travelled everywhere competing. She decided her dancing days were done and took up the clarinet. Her exposure to music through dance and movement and her ability to sight read music enabled her to learn at twice the pace as everyone else.
Let me begin this letter by being honest; I am a writer. I’m a writer and being a writer means laying inordinate deal of thought into the words we use in almost every situation we are in. Though letters and…