I’m as free as a spirit, I’m as fly as a bird

I’m whatever I wanna be as long as I am heard

Cause I am…….(The words maybe Novels but those words are me)



2 Responses to About

  1. lostinthot says:

    Sometimes my mind
    Is constipated
    And the words aching
    To come out
    Are clogged in the sphincter
    Of my thoughts
    Each fighting to break away
    Until none of it manages
    And all that comes through
    Is empty air.
    Sometimes, like an ant
    With a tower on its back
    My mind struggles
    On its fledgling toes
    Sometimes the tower crashes
    Burying it alive
    And sometimes it triumphs
    Climbing over the tower
    Grasping sight of the world.
    Sometimes what it sees
    Is too big for its eyes
    And sometimes too small
    Not worth the great climb.
    Still my mind struggles
    For a fighting chance
    To perceive
    The big and small
    To see it all.
    Sometimes the things it sees
    Is inverted
    Written in hieroglyphic
    Too complex to decipher
    But sometimes those things
    Are poker-straight
    Scribbled by a hapless child
    Too simple to have meaning
    Both times what it sees
    Is senseless
    But then again,
    What is sense?
    If not the desperate search
    Of a lost mind
    Beating blindly in the dark.
    It is dark
    In the depths of my mind
    But my thoughts are light
    And sometimes the words
    Are bright

  2. Ben says:

    Did you overhear me thinking out loud and wrote it down? Cause it sounds like my thoughts……..when I’m lost in though.

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