Pages Unwritten; Mind Uncensored
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A rainstorm of words, A twister of thoughts blunder inside my mind like a spinning top,
It will not seize nor do I want it to; I am a writer and this is what I do,
I scribble letters upon pages of white and decorate them with sounds and smells, I fill them with magic; force my words to whisper, mumble or yell,
I never let one inside my mind; its blundering, blinding, dangerous to find,
Unless you dare to let me explain the euphoria, the ecstasy, the words that
I love that may drive you insane.
I can only give you a pathetic glimpse of what it feels to be in my shoes;
my shoes of grey that direct me to roads of gold;
Shoes that tread on dirt as words form across my lips and dance into the still air;
They spin, they flutter, they fall upon my skin and I smile at the feeling,
being touched and caressed all at once living, breathing without a care,
It is your mouth being kissed by the purest mouth with the softest lips,
It is your heart falling into a bath of emotions,
My mind is a lovely frenzy of nothingness,
My body solely receiving pleasure through the newfound letters and words,
It is lying bare among petals of roses; complete sweet bliss;
It is infinite love.