I write. A lot
I write about sadness and death
About joy and smiles
I write about feelings on top of feelings on top of feelings.
I write. A lot
I write in every form
I write stories and Ballads
I write Odes and songs
I write poems on poems on poems.
I write quite much don’t I?
I write when I’m not supposed to
I write when the house is asleep,
I write where I’m not supposed to
I write in my head while tears stream down my face
I write a lot. I guess.
Why though?
Who is it for?
When I write a lot, I mean.
I think it’s for my brain.
Because when I write, my tears stop, so I have enough energy to shed words
My brain pauses so I can search it for phrases and meanings
My hearts stop pumping so I can focus. Even if it’s just for a moment.
I write as if the words are my speech and the commas my voice.
I write as if I am talking
Talking to the words on the page or on the screen
Telling them things I don’t dare to say to anyone else
I write. Too much
I write  about everything in every way
I write when I’m not supposed to
I write quite much. Too much. Just enough…..
…….Yes.
I write just the right amount.