who understands me more than a ballpoint pen and a hundred pages? pages so hungry and willing and greedy pulling my thoughts by its hair the pages whisper but they dont whisper my thoughts they whisper my name they say "hey...write within me your feelings." cant even shower good for hearing you callin my name, yearning for how im feeling. it does you all the good.  these words are your daily meal youre fat as a tick, you over eat.  detoxifying my being while nourishing the body of my pages