As I sit here reading out of a magazine.
I am waking up, to the sounds of wind clattering —
Quiet embrace, my table is right beside the door.
Literature and coffee, always seems to be the next best cure.
I sit here, drawing creative inspiration.
Through words I find a deeper way to escape in.
In the past I was too available, through all my passionate wordings.
Now I find, a sense of silence that outlast the painful and quiet hurting.
In the past, I admit that my words were always vertically written.
Never taking the time to grow in a different and new direction.
But as I sit here at this table, I embrace a different style.
The quiet sounds, grants me serenity in this life where I often search and prowl.
I think that I struggle, with knowing how to be.
But being with you yesterday, truly set me free.
Now I write with a silence ever gentle and sorted.
Like raindrops in the air, falling in a forest.