Everyday we walk through the Air.
We hear things,
in a way that others don't.
Everyday we walk through this Hell.
We feel things,
in a way that others don't
We all ask questions through out our days.
"Will I see him again?"
"Should I eat this, or that?"
and my favorite, "Can you not?"
I was asked a few questions today.
"Why do you write poetry?"
"Why do you read poetry?"
"Why do you relate everything to music?"
I view things as experiences and lessons.
I have problems with myself.
I see others' problems,
and when I read I feel them.
I write to hush the voices that I see.
I write to compose.
I write to create.
I write to not be scared of myself.