I like to write down my thoughts,
I like to write what I think.
I like to scale down my mental imagery,
To indelible ink.
I like to write these words,
I like to paint these letters.
I like to pour myself,
Onto the white of my papers.
I’ve never really been the social type,
Woe poor me in the skills that I lack.
Perhaps it’s only easier to speak through my paper,
Because it doesn’t talk back!
In the comfort of words,
I am never a misfit.
Novice in the art of blogging;
I like to believe that novelty breeds wit!
I like to travel through time,
Beyond the speed of light.
I travel to find whom I’d been,
In the things I write…
By: Phanuel Ayelum.