These words and the traces of ink on these phrases are my safe space. In a world that feels like a race, where you're forced to chase the things on the surface, my pen is a warm embrace. As I I write at my own pace, I look at my face in the mirror and brace for the blaring haze raging like a furnace. I may not be an ace by the standards of this place but I know that nothing can ever replace the heart and soul I pour in my days. This will always be my saving grace. |