I respect poetry. It really does speak to my soul. Makes my heart feel. Even though I'm programmed to feel with my brain. I guess I'm just a factory; packaging and transporting love, hate, sadness, joy.
Making its way through my body. Floating around in my bloodstream and poison my heart.
I'm sick with this thick, stifling power. This power that pinches my tear ducts, and tickles the emotions brimming in my eyes.
Breathing in and out. I live to write.
The flowing, breathtaking power of words.
Never have I loved this strongly, in all my life upon this Earth.
Never will I ever love anything as much as I love the beauty in words.
