When my thoughts take flight, I feel alive.

Discovering my own hearts so I can survive.

 

My mind clouds with ideas scattered.

Yet these thoughts are not tattered.

 

Ink to a page, words to my lips.

Letting the ideas from my fingertips slip.

 

Worlds never told, existing.

Thoughts always assisting.

 

To put it simply, it’s expression.

Writing is my obsession.