of creativity
capture the inspiration pulsating
through my body
i need to be more than a
collection of bones
i want to float like tunes
in my headphones
crashing through the city
like a dozen cyclones
i'm lit up like
a light bulb
always afraid the electricity
will shut off
what if i loose my glow?
what if i loose the parts of me
i love the most?
if the poet in me dies
i'll be buried with it
if my words wont unfold or bloom
just know i've reached my doom
my deepest fear is forgetting
all i have become
my mind becoming
blank as snow
i can no longer see
my own shadow
as my hands dissolve
into the cold
i'm afraid the smallest leap
in wrong direction
will make me slip down
an endless slope
downhill
back to the black
the darkness of my past
i'll be sucked into the void
a supermassive black hole
where i'll become my old self
thinking about her makes me loose my breath
i'm not finished celebrating her death
woah-
SvarSlettYou know what?? i feel exactly the same!!! i will never ever be me that i was, forever and ever!! kinda sad but i want it this way...i hope you never loose that creativity of yours, cuz i'll never stop reading it :)
SvarSlett