9:12 P.M 8/19/2015
I'm attempting to write words on this dusty notebook of my emotions. Emotions of confusion, anger, sadness its all coming too fast and my hands could only record so much. And as my feelings increase I still can't string the right words together to talk about this. About you and you, you, you is the only thing that can really describe what I'm feeling because its about you.
Drip, drop, drip goes my tears and they're soaking up the page making my words blurred, like what I'm feeling. This writing piece is a mess because, I still can't seem to think of the right sentences, metaphors, hyperboles to match this situation because I can't control anything and my hand is shaking way too much because words are turning into scratches.
And I guess this is what I can make of as of now when words are taken from me. But that's okay.
- Hot Pot Writer
I'm attempting to write words on this dusty notebook of my emotions. Emotions of confusion, anger, sadness its all coming too fast and my hands could only record so much. And as my feelings increase I still can't string the right words together to talk about this. About you and you, you, you is the only thing that can really describe what I'm feeling because its about you.
Drip, drop, drip goes my tears and they're soaking up the page making my words blurred, like what I'm feeling. This writing piece is a mess because, I still can't seem to think of the right sentences, metaphors, hyperboles to match this situation because I can't control anything and my hand is shaking way too much because words are turning into scratches.
And I guess this is what I can make of as of now when words are taken from me. But that's okay.
- Hot Pot Writer
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