a thousand words
still remain
between me
and who I want to be.
a thousand words,
a million different phrases-
color contrasts between
black and white.
extremes written
between "A" and "Z",
sometimes
too big for words.
unwritten,
are the words between who I am
and who I want to be-
the moments that are yet to be awakened.
but
despite the random design of
misplaced thoughts
and dissallusioned fears,
it's between those pages
it happens,
the moment right before
you begin your sentence with a capital
and finish with an exclamation point,
the excitement of thosemoments,
say the the most to me-
the spoke without speaking
the feel without feeling
all of this has got me believing
that all of my dreams are worth dreaming
if I believe in me.