The Writer
i write gently
as the words come
as the phrases flow
so do the thoughts
of where i am
where i belong
to the streams of longing
and the beauty of being
i look to see the end
i imagine the future
and leave the past
a time for longing
a time for reminiscing
but a time which has come to an end
i wander like my thoughts
i stray like my feelings
i am alive
- taken from “Prologue Vol. 1”
