Purpose

My thoughts are smeared across this empty page
Little scrollings and symbols represent the very essence I breath
The paper bleeds as I scratch my pen across it
The ink spreads as my thoughts begin to bloom

My purpose is unclear, but my motives are crystal
I write to remember, I write to forget
Venting hatred and rekindling compassion
Wonderfully exposed and at the same time secret

My life is seldom perfect, but then again no one's is
We try to make the best of it but rarely succeed
In the end, its my writing that keeps me sane
I work to find those who share the same passion