Write way to Write.

Oh, I do love the knocks of a keyboard, 
the fingers reach out and pull back to their base
Or the speedy little melody, 
created by the rapid dance of the thumb on the keypad
How technology makes it so sweet.

But there's a deeper connection when writing with a pen

As the hand merely glides across paper.

Making silence the sound that cancels out writing,

for in that moment writing becomes a sound from within.

Originality and substance seem to form as the alphabet prances around. 

The thick heavy lines from mistakes and the scribbles of trials,

Neat is a mythical feature. 

But the beauty lies, in mistakes and tries, thus making it our special creation. 

As a painter to his oils and brushes and canvas, are words, papers and pens. 

And there's no telling the direction of the piece, as no one knows the end.

I embrace those moments when we struggle for words to express that, that certain emotion. 

(Like just now)

While fighting the urge to simply consult google in the fear of murdering authenticity. 

It's a journey to the mind, experience or lives of others 

Or a deep pry into one own self's heart

There's difficulty in drawing a line at the point where reality and dreams both part 

Writing can fuse them, bring wishes closer to life, 

As you read, everything feels real. 

Raw emotions and tears, jokes, worry fears, 

A journey while still on a page. 

The best thing is there's no wrong just write 

The right this is what you make of it. 

And your work is done well of someone can tell

You, it has made them 

Remember, feel or act. 

That connection is what turns your piece to art.