To Save a Soul
Nov 3 · 1 min read

Words read, scrawled incoherent across a page, making sense in the writing, lost meaning hours later. A sentence typed forced, countered with flow. Eyes closed letting fingers march letters unbound across a blank white sheet.
Spilling inner feelings, inadequate descriptions, a Van Gogh formed in a mind obsessed, Crayola patterns unrecognizable the final product.


