I write.
I use to write.
My notebooks have many blank pages
My notebooks have many filled pages.
Words of Joy, Love, Fear, Anger.
So many pages.
Pages torn out.
Pages covered in tears.
Pages covered in blood.
Each page has a meaning
Every word, Every line.
I write.
My muse is gorgeous.
My muse makes me laugh.
My muse makes me cry.
Cry, Laugh, Smile, Eat, Drink, Sleep, Run.
Pages filled with it all.
Blood, Tears, Sweat.
Pages filled with it all.