This writer that I know…

She does it for the art

She does it for the hell of it

She has to let it out

Because she gets so into the world she receives- She has to have an outlet

She has to say what her mouth can’t

Screaming is out of her nature

She meditates

Reciting mantra after mantra,

But nothing compares to when she picks up this pen and puts it all in front of her

Outside of the padded walls of her mind

In the open

Leaving room for more energy and vibrations of the world that she embodies.

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