Category: 👣Memoir

I write when my heart is full of emotions

i write when i don’t feel good

i write when my mind freezes

i write when everything feels like its going in the wrong direction

i write when i have no one to express myself to

i write when something feels off

i write when i see the unspoken emotions of others

i write when my mind and brain are not in sync

i write when i have nothing to work on

i write when i feel bored

i write when i want something, but I can’t quite see what it is

i write when all things are trapped inside my mind and heart

i write when i miss myself

i write when there is scarcity

i write when i have no words to write, only feelings to think about

i write when i observe but pretend i haven’t

i write when something is missing

i write when i feel lonely

i write when words seem useless to me

i write when i feel nervous

i write when my mind doesn’t know what to write about

i write when the world makes no sense to me

i write when someone overlooks me

i write to make myself heard, seen, understood, clear my mind and feel better.

Nowadays i don’t write much because the spaces that once made me write are filled

and that’s a good thing, i think.

I asked, he delivered

Is he a delivery boy?

I dream, he strives to achieve

Is he an achiever?

I think about something, he does everything

Is he a doer?

I point at something, and he jumps right in

Is he a go-getter?

I am an anxious person, he calms me with his sweet voice

Is he my anchor?

I have an OCD, he set things right for me

Is he a meticulous?

I demand things, he delivers everything

Is he my delivery man?

I want to go outside, he drives me everywhere

Is he my chauffeur?

I see a rose, he grows me a garden

Is he my gardener?

I want him, he behaves as if I already have him

Is he my man?

He is none of the those things but tries to be everything just for me.

I think he is my one but he is my everything.