I write so calmly to soothe my soul, to ease this
pain,
To calm the storm inside my mind, to end this
suffering,
To express the depths of my love, to show her bliss,
To wake mere cattle up from a dream so unambiguous,
But most importantly, I write to become like the rain,
Falling down on everyone, every single individual,
offering,
Them a poetic moisture equivalent to that of a sweet
midnight kiss.
A kiss so delicate between two persons contiguous.
The words I write fill blank pages with far more
meaning,
That anyone could ever grasp, for each noun is chosen
carefully,
Each adjective is picked with a purpose, and each verb
is planted to perfectly describe,
Every event taking place around me. Furthermore, for
me, writing is a way of cleaning,
And cleansing my mind of thoughts that keep scaring
me;
Thoughts that don't belong in my artistic tribe.
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