Thought Process

I let myself smile a big unfamiliar feeling

goofy smile

because the words are pulsing

out of me.

Pushing out and

then

when they make it to the surface,

slipping like raindrops down

down

down

my skin

playing on eachother

growing and expanding

whispering ideas to eachother

as they collide.

Those words they run through

my finger tips

and onto paper in a

single moment

an instant of magic.

A dripping, sliding, chaotic

thought.

My ideas collect themselves morphing

from a tangled mass inside of me

to a living anatomy.

An organized artwork a

brewing collection.

I let myself smile a big unfamiliar feeling

goofy smile

because the words are pulsing

out of me.

Pushing out and

then

when they make it to the surface,

slipping like raindrops down

down

down

my skin

playing on eachother

growing and expanding

whispering ideas to eachother

as they collide.

Those words they run through

my finger tips

and onto paper in a

single moment

an instant of magic.

A dripping, sliding, chaotic

thought.

My ideas collect themselves morphing

from a tangled mass inside of me

to a living anatomy.

An organized artwork a

brewing collection.

 

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