I Bleed Words Sometimes

I write…

It’s the sole saving grace that lets me breathe, every passing moment, breathe, a free, independent, breath, taking away the sorrowful rain that drenches me every night and birthing love that is buried deep within my soul, love that is asleep in an unshakable slumber of ache and all the things so ugly and beautiful and insane.

I write… to save me from myself.


9 responses

  1. Darling, you’re rescuing not merely yourself, but me too.

    May 17, 2013 at 5:31 pm

    • Aren’t you a darling R! Also, coming from you I’m really honoured. 🙂

      May 17, 2013 at 5:36 pm

      • Honored? Consider yourself in danger, darling. You’re being read.

        May 17, 2013 at 5:39 pm

      • Danger is good.

        May 17, 2013 at 5:57 pm

  2. Lovely!

    May 18, 2013 at 1:54 am

  3. I find writing VERY theraputic! And reading other peoples thoughts (yours) helps as well. It’s comforting to see how we are not alone in the world. I’m new but its good to find a welcoming community.

    May 18, 2013 at 4:32 am

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