'I write because I know how, it’s how I breath, it’s how I know. It’s my weapon of all weapons, drawing the silver linings to clouds, giving pictures a meaning and colors definition. I write because I think, I think too much and do too little. It is within my burning soul to write and somehow find answers in between those lines. To tell a story, maybe a survival story , maybe to record that I was here and I too somehow made up this universe during my time. Let me write… let me breath. ' Amanda
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
half of me
half of me is stored in between margins
half of me is stored in pictures
the other half is lost in my head
drowning in my thoughts
the thoughts that I keep to myself
the ones that are chewing pieces of me away
I only have the half of me that's between margins to give
I'm still trying to figure out the other half of me
the other half that's lost
bare with me
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