One has to find oneself in the eye
Then after that, we have to be afraid of ions
The stars are the poor of the closed street of the sky!
That they have to go through here again
Life was dead! Went with you
All you have to do now is fill in the age map.
Whatever you do, it will cut into two steps
The distance I have to cross in centuries
So why not stay here today
That night is near; we have to stay somewhere.
Maybe my cell that is your ransom
Whatever the sea is, it has to go down
At dawn, the stars closed their eyes
What to do for those who have to wait
It is a dream that reality is not news
But to live is to die here
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About Writing
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.
By Sarah Wilcox7 days ago in Journal
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