Words run through my mind faster than a cheetah chasing their prey, Waking me up in the middle of the night to write down what I have to say.
How beautiful it is to find a word of new existence, With the rapture of excitement as each has an exquisite definition.
Each and every syllable counts as they spill my hands can only touch and go, Keeping up with my mind is not an easy task to follow.
Paint with a camera are words of your lost and found thoughts, A perfect picture of your beautiful journey of things we may have forgot.
Each year my writing may change, I believe life, growth, and circumstance can alter your waves.
Piecing together my touch and go from the number of thoughts I carry in my journals since you never know, When words can fall into place with a bright glow.
When something that needs to be said suddenly hits, Writing at times is the proof it exists, My outlet, my soul, my art, my disaster, Writing is my hearts chatter.