Thoughts
sticking for a few small seconds.
Written down so fast
before they dissolve.
Words are crammed and unreadable.
This the mind of a writer,
at first thinking and doing something
completely different,
dangerous
then
thoughts
pop into your mind.
Exploding colors of vocabulary
into your brain.
Life sprung from unfinished
spanish homework,
after howling in the oh so
familiar book shop.
Hand cramping from writing
so hard pencil rips paper.
Words scribbled into my unlined
journal.
Thought kissing the pixel
screen as the words magically
appearing under my over typed finger tips,
finally the freshly printed letters
smelling of ink and
newly warmed paper drops into hands.
No longer just thoughts
and misspelled words,
bigger than that,
molded together in immense, pure
emotions and feelings
onto a few pieces of paper.
Worth reading even if only to your self
Hands shivering so hard
Paper crackles under your iron grip.
To think it all started
with a few simple
thoughts.
