6 June 2012
Writing is my escape Safe haven Where I can be Who I want The real me And write the words I'll never speak Say what I really think And hope to reach Another who feels, thinks, The way I do.
It would crush me If the outlet for My heart, my mind, my soul, Was broken and divided Over trivialities Or if I had to Fear the day I make a mistake In what seems to have become A harsh and desolate place For those of us who Are only human And do, sometimes, err, On occasion.
To Err Is Human • Opuss № I