Creation

The stories we write
Come from the heart

We write because we must
If we did not
We would cry
Feel despair
Surging through our veins

Until we put that pen to the paper
We would not feel complete

Some of us write horror
Others write romance
But a the end of the day
It does not matter

We cannot be judged for what we write
The words that spill onto paper
Through hard work
Inspiration
Sweat

The story is there because it must be
It is told because if it is not
It will find another way
To find itself into our lives

Those who judge
Cannot write
They feel envy
They feel the need to hurt

Those who can
Create
Those who cannot
Destroy

This one is for you Adriana Noir .