I am myself
and simultaneously
out of my body when
I write
There are words that are mine
and every person's and every thing's
I am not the author
I am the catalyst
This place, this page, this pen
Me, you
The air, the earth
The mundane, the electrifying
The sobering
The simple, the complicated
The tangible
These are the authors
all of it...all of this...
produces the words
that spill out of my body
effortlessly
It's the words that
I struggle for
cry for, fight for,
and bleed for
It's those words,
that are
mine.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
I am myself
and simultaneously
out of my body when
I write
There are words that are mine
and every person's and every thing's
I am not the author
I am the catalyst
This place, this page, this pen
Me, you
The air, the earth
The mundane, the electrifying
The sobering
The simple, the complicated
The tangible
These are the authors
all of it...all of this...
produces the words
that spill out of my body
effortlessly
It's the words that
I struggle for
cry for, fight for,
and bleed for
It's those words,
that are
mine.
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