100 Sonnets–Love and Demise

Writing is not always peacefully releasing. Sometimes the words haunt, keeping one awake at night until they are released on the piece of paper where they live and breath and ultimately die if not remembered. Other times they float around, forcing the author and others empathetic to relive the reasons and events which cause their creation in the first place. Sometimes the hand cannot keep up with the thoughts, they suffocate and drown one’s self and turn on you. Perhaps they will come to define you. In a world where we are all whores for something or another, I gladly choose passion and words, passion in words as my fix. I hope 100 Sonnets will take you to that place you have always longed to go but have had difficulty finding.