Okay, now,

can a girl write?

With a pen in my hand

let me rant

on and on

Let me connect

with the soft night rain.

Let me write until my hand hurts.

Please,

let me escape this world,

even just for a while.

Let me get lost in this page

until my alarm clock goes off.

Let me fill up this page

with the most disgusting handwriting ever.

 

I have escaped.

I am in my comfort zone.

If only my words

would be shared with the world

would they make a difference?

Could I be able to connect with people

through my experiences?

I am not sure.

Would they be able to connect with me?

Not right now,

because no one knows my full story.

And for that reason,

I shall keep writing.

Maybe we could all meet up,

one day in my little world of writing