To live a life without words
Is like a hell I did not consent or deserve
And honestly
Life with words
Is another hell
I did not consent to
Or deserve

But here I am
My pen in hand
At 3 am
my mind continuing to short circuit
Flashing random phrases
Without context
Or meaning

But with my paper I can give them meaning
And provide them context
As I do here
And now
And though this makes no sense
And will never be more than a rant and nonsensicle ramble
It gives me peace
And it gives me my inspiration