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”.
You’re a sweet addiction An addiction that I can’t deny I hunger and I hunger for the scent of your smell The mind fool by act of non existence and The body numb with desire
I see you and I taste you And the image vivid to the mind’s eye You’re the drug that has me in a trance With no doubts you are indeed An addiction without a cause
And there you were In the corner Sitting by your lonesome self Starring out at the distance The view vaguely visible to the eyes And I wonder Why so sad You, there sitting all by your Lonesome self You portray happiness Your eyes portray sorrow And there you are Sitting in the corner By your lonesome self Devouring your drink And so I wondered, What could be going through Your mind The splinters on your finger tip Mocking you And there you remain Sitting all by your lonesome self