Words..

Writing,

these words

as they flow..

Writing,

whatever comes

and that

somehow lifts me up..

Words..

Dear words..

How do you work so magically on me?

How do you flow?

making me express what’s inside..

Dear words..

Do you also listen to me as I write?

Or are you really lifeless?

Words..

on the paper..

on the screen..

Anywhere..

Words..

random,

phrases,

sentences

or lyrical..

Any kind..

Words..

pouring out

flowing

like the steam from a hot cup of coffee

rising in the air

gently

swirling

and then disappearing..

Words..

Dear words..

You weren’t there

i didn’t even know you all

when i was an infant or a kid..

Can i ever unlearn you?

I’d rather not!

Thank you, Words,

for coming to me,

for flowing so swiftly,

for helping me express

and understand all that

which sometimes i cant fathom..

for lifting me up when I’m down in the ditch..

I realized…i do love you all so…

And writing..

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