So I writeGod,So I write by emmaxrose
I can barely remember
when we were strangers
and all I knew was your name.
And I could sit next to you,
and not feel a thing.
I could look in your eyes
and not know exactly what you were thinking.
I wish I could draw out my feelings.
But all I would get
is a mess of paper and pencil
and some scrambled up picture
of demented people
with missing heads and limbs.
Or no faces.
So I write.
Because theres something so methodic
about the rolling of a ballpoint pen
running over college ruled paper.
Its an antidrug in itself-
rehab in every letter
and safety in every punctuation.
No, not like a cut.
Not like a sharp, shiny razor
slicing a beautifully, unmarked arm.
No, nothing like that.
Nothing compared to the constant typing of words
or the forming of sentences. And thoughts.
So I write.
This is me.|
Though this photo is from last summer and only displays my 'passion' for photography, I'm also a traditional and photoshop (amateur) illustrator!
Current Residence: Zeist
Favourite genre of music: Everything alternative will do
Favourite style of art: Photography
MP3 player of choice: iPod Nano OldSkool!
Personal Quote: You're the same person as I am, but you are just totally different.