Sometimes I write in my head, reminding my self that liberty and truth are self acknowledged That art birthed free form is better than lines and periods and commas I write to myself when I forget to breathe and love I loose track of letters and words  and hold pictures and smell tightly as newborn to ****** at feeding time I save the best for my inside memories I bend the curves of myself and plant seeds of inspiration for the drought season where I think more than I write.