Someone said I talk too much.
Maybe they are right.

I speak about all of my thoughts.
And my feelings I write.

I write countless poems in simply a matter of days.
Endless thoughts and feelings surface.

My mind is truly nothing but a winding overgrown maze.
Every word I type is just a flower.

A simple flower growing upon the vine.
Neverending tendrils of words.

Straight from this chaotic mind of mine.
I hope it brings happiness.

If not happiness I hope that my words can bring something else.
Something that can be much harder to feel.

I hope my poems bring it to you.
May they bring you peace.