i wanted to write.

i wanted to write something spectacular.

i wanted to write the things that move the hills that lay barren in the forgotten valleys of the soul. i wanted to know that somebody existed like the ways written in my heart. So i sit like a fool; no change in pockets nor the rich documents to my name. i wanted to write all that i feel when my body wants to give out like a ghost. and maybe give up my ghost in this way. i wanted to write about those who cast jugment in matters they dont understand. but then again i didnt want to write of those things. please let me explain.

i am feeling so much like my soul. so much like the fists to my body like when i was younger. i just wanted to write and it hurts and breaks me that i can't. i wanted to write about being betrayed by everyone youve ever known. i wanted to write about rising above and expressing everything in one moment. i wanted to write about my broken dreams and of how i cant look at others the same.