my desire my passion,

to write is an unquenchable thirst,

but what is this obsession i have?

lust?

possibly?

if so take it from me O'LORD.

words are to me,

a sweet soiree,

a tasteful mouthful of ice cream.

ice cream,

just writing the word if beautiful.

words show me things,

 words create things,

writingthem has power,

but when they come out of the mouth,

they are forever sealed,

flowing and moving things,

God's word is the most powerful of all.

word,

i think of vast emptiness,

swirling inside the O,

but put God and word together,

and light flows out,

bursting at the seems.