There are no thoughts when I write.
These words come to me in waves of  
emotion.
Telling me their stories, as the tide turns along the ocean.
You’re lucky if you catch one,
Listening.
I open up my arms to them.
Surrendering.
Surrendering these empty thoughts as they fill them with meaning.
Taking them to a place of secret.
Only to return to you with its honesty.
Ready to share with the
world.
To be heard once more.
You can choose to pick it up if you want;  
these seashells of secret.
I saw you in it, so I didn’t hesitate.
Radiating your color, Vibrant and glowing. You must have found me, In the midst of the unknowing.
I pick it up to hear the waves of your story. Understanding  its every meaning.
Listening to the sound of your voice, one last time.
There are no thoughts when I write.
You’re lucky if you catch one.
Listening.