Like oxygen, my body is filled with something so incredibly breathtaking.
Words seep through my body like the blood that courses through my veins.
My pencil�s on the run forming each word in its making.
Like sunshine pouring through the stormy ominous clouds, my head clears no more rain.
My hands itch to write, to feel the words wrap around me like a soft blanket removing all the cold.
Walking through a dark pasture alone and the beautifully created words come out and save me.
Forming each word into my soul the true story unfolds.
Like clay, I am molded into a soft harmony, falling into an exotic remedy.
Soaring through the sky my wings are words lifting me higher and higher. Taking me in, drowning me with its power, lost in Paradise.
Writing, speaking, redeeming myself never tires.
Sensing the liveliness of them hitch my awareness to feel a deeper meaning with my eyes.
Each rhythmic word falls with the beat of my ever-beating heart.
Sucking me deep into its core.
In my mothers womb words were my only life form from the start.
My soul is the ocean and the words are enormous waves pulling me in and throwing me out in the shore.
Words are engraved in me forever lifting me into the sky with its wings, flying like a bird
My heart soul and body are words. Feel it breathe it, WORDS, WORDS, WORDS.
