i could have started to draw the starting line for the race a while ago, but…..i have fear that i wont be able to draw the finish line. When even at the tip of my pen the battle had taken place. the words are having the battle to be the first at the starting line….
“i have a beautiful life….
“thats a lie you create for your life……
“i am happy and appreciate what i have……
“you know you sound miserable…….
some words are ready to grow colorful flowers and lines and light up firecrackers, the others are as ready to just chop them off and wash the line with black ink and hide the lighter…..
so i am putting down my pen for now till i know enough where or how the finish line will be….