Letters, Words on this page.

What are they to me, to you?

They weave through the paper

They create something new.

I don't care what you're writing,

I don't care what you write,

Just write again,

Never stop what you love.

People, characters in the book of life,

They walk by,

Each with a life,

Each with a story of their own,

And you write it for them.

The pencil touches the paper,

It comes together,

To create something,

Beautiful.

I don't care what you're writing,

I don't care what you write,

Just write again,

Never stop what you love.

You hand works well,

Silently, Sacredly,

Writing a story, a poem, a piece of life.

This is how I know you should never stop.

A million people will read what you write,

Or your piece will be for only you.

Either way, you'll never stop.

Never stop what you love.

Your addiction has been proven,

Good for you,

Good for your soul,

And Great for everyone else.

I don't care what you're writing,

I don't care what you write,

Just write again,

Never stop what you love.