Comfort Through Writing

Playing music coming from my soul, taking this mind into interior depths of heaven, where solace can continue through the suffering of life with some comfort at least through writing. Composing endless beauty, enveloping a soul forever, growing blossoms, creating their essence from a passion held tightly within. There's nothing interfering with thought as they jump and flow from every pen I've ever held within my hands. Comfortably existing in the interior of intellect's wisdom and forming an interior in life, calling to mind, the everlasting memories of yesterday's future. As it is happening right this instance on photographic screens of absolute silence and opening up the interior places of imagination so I can write.