I don't.
I just want to be a part of it. And, the way I play my part is by writing. Some may call me a writer, but I just call me me. That's it, simply me.
My writing, I consider, are confessions. So, welcome to my confessions.
A poem entitled:
Give My Regards To
Sometimes,
I sit and run my fingers along the brim of my coffee cup.
I move them in circles after circles,
Feeling the warmth of the steam on my skin.
I do it over and over again,
Until I forget why I started.
Sometimes,
I fall back
Into your arms
Even though I know,
You haven’t always caught me.
I do it over and over again,
Until I forget why I started.
I sit and run my fingers along the brim of my coffee cup.
I move them in circles after circles,
Feeling the warmth of the steam on my skin.
I do it over and over again,
Until I forget why I started.
Sometimes,
I fall back
Into your arms
Even though I know,
You haven’t always caught me.
I do it over and over again,
Until I forget why I started.
Now, I'm not considered a professional by any means. I'm just an amateur that views the world through her own kaleidoscope.. then writes it down of course.
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