It was just vomit
Started with one word
That created a sentence
That filled a page
I hadn't stopped to think
It just poured out
Like I had been drinking all night
And this was my hangover
My purging of iniquities
I lose myself in it
In my mind
A running narration
Hard to control
You always remember
Even when it no longer haunts you
Memories that seep out
In these moments of purity
Uninterrupted thought
Nothing is more true
It's your heart and soul
Inked onto paper
Unencumbered
Not afraid to be naked and speak
Because you don't realize
What you've created
Until it's over
And you either fall in love with it
Or you chastise yourself
For remembering it
For still feeling it
But you let it live
Because it is you
Good or bad
And if it's too raw now
One day
You'll come back to it
Remember it
Fall in love with it
Like you have yourself
And this will be your life
Writer
