A person’s scribbling tells a lot about them. Their dilemmas, unspoken thoughts, and feelings. At least in my case, that’s how it is. Writing or typing a piece always feels like you’re letting it all out. Like you’re talking without having to move your lips. Don’t get me wrong, I love to talk and I even sing when in the mood but there are times when all that you can do is grab a pen and jot down what your mouth couldn’t say.
I say all of these as if it’s a therapeutic thing which to some extent, I think it is. But there are special moments when somebody writes about someone else. A lover, a family, or an enemy. And their words fit so well with each other that it resonates deeper than what you’d expect. I’d find myself wishing that I was the subject of that work.
Because as much I love writing about what I think of the things and people around me, it’ll be quite nice to read what others think of me.
So if it’s not too much to ask, can you write me a poem?
Night Owl Thoughts 