Eyes full of blue
Pigments of glory
Peace at mind, as
the sea meets the sky
A future beyond infinity
Full of serenity
I want to stay
But I age away.
Eyes full of grey
Dull and complex
So
routine fills
The only sadnesLoneliness
Loneliness
Perhaps less boAs I grow
As I grow
Color fades
Becoming plain
a
Hope for vitality
Is this my stationWishing to see the
Wishing to see the
Another way on a brighter day.
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Most people talk about things that bother them as a way to vent their emotions, another way is through writing. As I sit writing in my car, I ponder how much writing, in itself, has helped me become the person I am today. I have endless amounts of pages filled with poems, stories, and sometimes random blurbs. Writing is a window into your soul. The simple action of writing has benefited me; by helping me to achieve a better memory, helping me to learn and grow intellectually, and helping me to communicate my emotions.
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