Its just that feeling,
unexplainable.
when that pen reaches your fingers,
and its impossable,
to feel pain.
You're in you're own little world and then,
when that pen,
touches that paper,
you say everything that you've ever said,
you say all the words that you've ever read.
Right at that moment,
the whole world gets bright,
or dark if perhaps you do not like the light.
The whole world gets quiet,
or perhaps loud!
If you like old records,
or being lost in a crowd.
I'd like to meet you one day,
I'd like to listen to what you've got to say.
Perhaps you see the world,
so clearly through you're eyes,
like no other has seen,
in all of their lives.
Perhaps you can give a random person a name.
without having to judge them,
without having to blame.
Only seeing them a moment,
never a word spoken,
never a heart known,
never a name flown.
