khd.kfhd;fh

khd.kfhd;fh

A Poem by brianna vega

sometimes i wish i didnt have to write but its as if i simply dont have a choice an idea enters my head and its like my whole world is shifted out of balance until i sit down alone and put words into exisistence they begin to consume me if i cage them. they are never truly mine, they belong to the universe the world. im only the one who will listen, then translate.

© 2012 brianna vega


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I love this simply becaue I know exactly what you mean! lol
Many times have I gone to bed only to find myself being stirred by some strange inspiration beckoning me to breathe wordy life onto paper, which is why I've started keeping a notebook ad pen besie my bed ;P

"they are never truly mine, they belong to the universe the world. im only the one who will listen, then translate."

--WOW! My favorite line! I also think the same regarding my own experiences with ideas flooding the mind and never ceasing to let me be and rest.

Posted 13 Years Ago


brianna vega

13 Years Ago

im glad you can relate. it is a very strange sensation. strange and beauiful.
brianna vega

13 Years Ago

*beautiful
L0v3craft

13 Years Ago

Indeed it is :]

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brianna vega

city of lost angels, CA



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