I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance.
Five.
I wrote my way out
Wrote everything down far as I could see
I wrote my way out
I looked up and the town had its eyes on me
— from Hurricane
Four.
You and your words flooded my senses
Your sentences left me defenseless
You built me palaces out of paragraphs
You built cathedrals
— from Burn
Three.
I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase
It changed the meaning. Did you intend this?
— from Take A Break
Two.
How do you write like tomorrow won’t arrive?
How do you write like you need it to survive?
How do you write every second you’re alive?
Every second you’re alive? Every second you’re alive?
— from Non-Stop
One.
Who lives? Who dies? Who tells your story?