and what if I download my emotions through poetry
that words are flowing through my veins
that my mind prints metaphors
and oil colors painted on walls
that my eyes reflect epithets in silver mirrors
that my heart beats in the iambic pentameter
that my lungs breathe lyrics
like oxygen in the air
that my palm is sweating ink
on sheets that appear empty,
but I see them written
that my ears vibrate only rhymes...
and what...
what if I'm a madman among the normal
I'm just an incomprehensible spectrum
in a world full of shadows