Photograph Writing

Prose:

 

I’m here for the inspiration. Out in these fields behind my house I can find my place in this world. There is inspiration around me. Everywhere I look is an idea, a thought, a story. Writing just feels right to me. I can forget about everything and just be me. I don’t have to worry about other people judging me, because behind the pen, no one knows who I really; I am a creator. I look down at the typewriter in front of me and read what I’ve written so far. “Here it’s safe… and here it’s warm…” Out in these fields, I can escape from the worries of my home. Here I can finally be happy.

 

Poem:

 

I’m here for the inspiration,

There is inspiration around me,

I can find my place in this world,

Out in these fields behind my house,

 

Everywhere I look is an idea,

A thought,

A story.

 

Behind the pen

I am a creator.

I can forget about everything

And just be me.

Out in these fields, I can escape from the worries of my home.

 

I don’t have to worry about other people judging me,

Because no one knows who I really am

Writing just feels right to me.

 

I look down

At the typewriter in front of me

And read what I’ve written so far.

 

Here it’s safe…

And here it’s warm…

 

Here I can finally be happy.