I write for the breathless.
For the instrumentals in the ideas of an emotion.
I place words on your tongue, in your mind, on your conscious.
So your heart can create.
I write to be every moment of my own.
To understand the parts of us that we dont.
Your palms open and close, slowly.
I write to fill a void, darkened and lightened
in a sickening juxtaposition of...
Release the regret of an unnamed freedom.
I write to swell our lungs with life.