poetryleftbyher:9-30-16I don’t know why I write poetry anymore. I used to write because it felt righ
poetryleftbyher:9-30-16I don’t know why I write poetry anymore. I used to write because it felt right, but lately… nothing feels normal. I’m almost certain that my words… they’re not poetry. I once read that the only way to write poetry is to be honest… and honestly? I no longer write metaphors, I no longer write poems. I have been writing letters, but I have no idea where to send them, or who I should send them to. Every day conversations start to sound the same. I don’t know why you care if I’m okay. I mean do you really mean it? Let’s just cut off these pleasantries. Ask me if my soul is full today. Don’t ask me if I’m okay. Ask my eyes if they have cried lately. Do you ever just get so sad right out of the blue?I do.Ask me if my soul is full today -- source link