The smallest grains Filter through my hands And...

Dreamer of Words

My name is Elena. I write poems in my head and some of them make it onto paper. Creation heals my soul; I live for it and because of it. I write and draw and play music and lose myself in my imagination. I am an aspiring art therapist, giving it all I’ve got to make it. I have a whole other world in my head and here, I will share it with you. I long to meet you. Please come and share your imagination with me.

Note: I always check out peoples blogs but I don't always follow back. I unfollow blogs that post graphic pictures of self-harm, please don't take this personally.

The smallest grains

Filter through my hands

And the harder I hold

The faster they fall.

I could catch them

But only by risking

Throwing everything else away.

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