i write
because i think i might
be able to pen down
why i try to take flight
when all in all
its a fear

a clutch

when i think
my ink wont mean that much

because i cant scribble down
the promise on my tongue
and i cant scribble down
what i have become

the difference
is a distance
and the distance is so far
that the past is what it was once
and future is amongst
us

its becoming
its becoming
what was written then
so maybe my inspiration
is not longer written with a pen
its typed
deleted
back forth and fro
its on the digital mindset
but this mind set doth flow

and the air is heavy
with the creative
or
the
creator

so to do it justice.

i
write

at the moment

it is as they warned me
but i
thought i was immune

here i am
battling with this
sickness
trying to take me down

it wont
and i know that
but its hard

i need medicine

the world isnt comfortable like it once seemed

you never know the extent of ache one heart can give untill you feel it break and then imagine it lasting forever.

music

remember the 90s?

and

also.

those who feel that tugging. that mingling, those who see the formation of words bleeding together.

why dont they acknowledge it.

so i know its not just me

smush

its an interruption of another soul. colliding.
but im not sure if the other
always feels the collision as much as i feel it.
to me, in that moment, things can slow down.
i notice this Being, i see their potential, a yearning rises up
ever so slightly.
to walk life with them.
yet i always wonder, do they feel that impact.

of two different

yet very much the same

worlds

meshing with words
pouring
flowing
imparting
creating

something that wasnt there before
but something that could become

to they feel that? sense that? know that?

or is it


just me?

me.