*Where does the desire come from?
To send someone words on a paper screen?
Where does the inkwell saturate, and settle deep?*
Mixing until you’re your dammed up thoughts
Break loose and spill out onto the ground
Flooding the valley at hand below
For when you spill yourself onto a page
You need to be comfortable with the mess you’ll create
It’s inevitable
But why should you worry about that anyway?
I mean it, I say this with a laugh but…
*Does any of this matter anyway?
Why should you withhold and hold back?*
The rushing words
The kind which actually meant to be swept away
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
*Where does the desire come from?
To send someone words on a paper screen?
Where does the inkwell saturate, and settle deep?*
Mixing until you’re your dammed up thoughts
Break loose and spill out onto the ground
Flooding the valley at hand below
For when you spill yourself onto a page
You need to be comfortable with the mess you’ll create
It’s inevitable
But why should you worry about that anyway?
I mean it, I say this with a laugh but…
*Does any of this matter anyway?
Why should you withhold and hold back?*
The rushing words
The kind which actually meant to be swept away
