Hey there! It hasn't been long since my last post but I wanted to upload this one onto the site. I wrote "Thinking Aloud" whilst traveling. It doesn't really matter where my destination was, nor what time it was.. nor what day it was. I genuinely did not care where I was at the time. I just know I had words spilling from my mind..and it felt good to finally have something positive on paper for a change. Over the past few weeks, I've been constantly asked why my poetry lacks positivity, why it's either morbid or depressing. I went through a phase of sticking to the theme of "letting go" while writing my poems..which is obviously evident and pretty noticeable now that I think of it. I had a few months where I felt eager to "just let go".. forgive and forget and all that.. but when I fell back into my own, supposedly comfortable, silence I found I couldn't just let go..I couldn't forgive or forget, I couldn't move on from whe...