●Emotions●

Emotions fuels my writing;
Without feelings everything else feels like nothing-No depth no substance... Like scribbles on the wind, they'll only disappear,
They're nothing but letters on paper,
no more no less.

Here I am now;
Editing my works like there's no tomorrow,
Spilling ink on paper- exposing my self, opening up my heart that's filled with so much,
Hope- out of reach, out of touch!

I'll write using the air I breathe;
Even with my very last breaths-I'll spend writing still and if the ink I'm using dries up, then I shall use my blood, till the very last drop!