02/8/2018

I don’t know when
We were introduced
you became so vital
…and I couldn’t refuse
How you attached yourself
To my open veins
And heard every word
At 2 a.m.
Your colors brought sunshine
And darkness too
You held the torch
So I could find my way through
The haunted rooms
That exist inside me
You patiently waited
Until I could see
That I had the power
And I could control
A few simple strokes
And the world would know
That I complete me
I’m my own best friend
And you are my shadow
This paper and pen.
You’re my constant
That chose to stay
When the rest of the world
went away.
You gave me comfort
Every night till dawn
Bringing the paper to life
That we write upon.
A whisper in my ear
Always there when I looked
Together, you and I
Wrote another book.
RaenellDawn 02/06/2018

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I’ve always been a deep thinker. Superficial, mediocre conversations will never do. I want the raw, bone deep, authentic version of people. I’ve always expressed myself through writing. The only talent I possess is being able to articulate emotions through written expressions. Strangers comment on how my writing has helped them to realize that they are not alone. They find comfort in knowing that someone out there not only understands, but can put into words, what they feel. I’m an INFJ-E

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