Photo by Anders Jildén
The storm kept howling into the night
And I kept thinking of the sun.
After everything, I still hope.
Photo by Anders Jildén
The storm kept howling into the night
And I kept thinking of the sun.
After everything, I still hope.
It’s a relief to put everything on paper
And become a character in this tale.
So much easier than actual contemplating,
So less painful than looking in the mirror.
For when I’m on paper,
I can see the beauty in tragedy,
Literature in broken sentences,
A drama in the tear drops.
Perhaps it will help;
Becoming the character
And losing the self.