I always bragged about not
Having addictive tendencies
And it was true,
…then i met you.
And i was hooked on the way you breathed,
It was like air never existed before.
It was like adrenaline when you said my name.
The thing about that is you keep seeking that high.
So now you're gone and im just an addict with a pen.
Cause with ink i can have you right beside me; i can admit i miss you, can tell you how beautiful you are with out a stutter. Cause somehow it gets me high again; i can feel you again.
So here i am, just an addict with a pen.
Just words once again.
Today's instructions had to do with things we're passionate about – things we'd like to help others with, but the truth is, I don't feel very equipped to help others. Hell, I can't even rightly identify my own passions without sounding like an idiot.
Then I read this poem, posted by another writer doing the challenge. It so encapsulated my thoughts and feelings that I felt compelled to share it. Then I realized that's it – that's day 9. It's words that I'm passionate about, and sharing those words with others. Words that speak to the heart of a person, whether they are mine or someone else's. The goal is to share love and humanity. To remind each other that we all beat with the same kind of heart. To speak truth.