The thrill of writing

It almost seems odd,
But yet thrilling

To press the pen to paper
Once again.

It's strange
To prick my heart
And let my emotions out
Again.

But this ink
Is gasoline
Through my veins,
Igniting and fueling
The fire within me.

My words burn
Into the paper.

Thoughts and feelings
Long forgotten
Make themselves known.

Because the paper is home.