WORDS

My friends inquire about my writing, and my ability to write things down in seconds. How am I able to write the way I do, and this is what I tell them?

“I wrap myself in their minds, I feel what they feel. I write and writers are one of a kind…I’m an artist”.

I’m taking my heart to the unknown and

Words are becoming my weakness.

You see I search for the right word

The one word

That can describe this insanity.

FIXATION…

Hmm, no, obsession of what could be

Maybe

ADMIRATION...

Can’t say,

But I do

Appreciate the times our eyes meet

LOVE...

No

Other than adoring the smile

That taunts my heart.

So not one word can describe

This feeling

VOID...

Perhaps

Because this feeling is so

Unclear

And the clouds that I’m walking on

Are over bearing

Indefinite madness

But only because you exist