In every person’s life there’s a story to tell.
In my life,all my memories are written in invisible ink.
I seem to forget allot.
I seem to forget things that happened minutes ago.
But I will always remember a smile.
I will remember what it felt like,to be free.
As I get older I question things that I thought should make sense.
The thing’s I had wondered about for this day and age in fact,have no significance.
So here I am,shocked.
Many nights I lay awake,eyes open to the window.
watching clouds pass over such beautiful stars.
Memories of a much simpler life come to mind as i begin to feel the weight of tears.
With every dream I dream.
I find hope for a new beginning.
And yet,there’s day’s where I find this life,my life,dull and boring.
I see no future that holds any upcoming excitement.
And I am left hopeless,waiting for the sunset to bring me my next challenge.
To awake with this room as bright as snow sends chills down my spine.
I am alive and ready for another write in my novel.
For every writer holds more then one soul.
And every breath that I take carry’s words out to sea.
I am here.
Walking barefoot around the world.
And yet I haven’t moved in inch..
The miles of my mind could go on forever.
The best feature I’ll ever hold is the one that lets me express who I am.
It’s the only feature any artist will ever need.
Let it be a kid with some chalk,or a grandfather with some paint.
Our beauty is our own.
And my life is as dark and as light as the setting sun or a new risen moon.
This invisible ink lays silently in my veins.
And with every thought I think,my hearts pulses out a line of hope.
One day,when life goes on without me.
My secrets will fly away in my soul.
And new artist’s will be born.
Just some random writing on the top of my head.