Writing is what the mouth can’t speak

But what the mind wants to scream.

Each little word a note of my existence.

I want these words to rip skin and bone

While still maintaining the soul.

I want these words to be a portal beyond our limits.

Once my words becomes a song and lifts the reader up and guide them away across the sky.

In order to calm my soul…

I write it down on paper.

A pencil, pen, or keyboard,

One letter coming after another

They are all artifacts of my mind.

Yet sometimes I write about another’s.

I want these words to scream off the paper.

Almost as if words were something you could see,

Not just something you could hear.

‘Stories’.

What took 2 minutes for you to read took 2 hours to birth from my imagination.