why
i need this
but
i need this
when every little thing
seems impossible, improbable,
i find myself here
wishing i wasn't
here
knowing
this is where i belong, near a
blank lined page,
with nothing but my kneecaps
to support me
nothing to hold the paper,
i shiver here in the dark hole
i am not a child
but i still want you to hold me like the day i was born
1 comments:
I really like this one. This is how writing anything important feels. Not something that you have to write, but something that you want to write so much that you feel you have to write it. It's also really lonely though. It's easy to get lost in thoughts.
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