Words
Yes, you gave me fuel to write, but so did the brain I acquired since I was born. The poems and words I would begin to explore, once I learned to read and write, have aided me to cure the circuits ravaging throughout my brain.
The circuits that never stop! A relief all alone it was. It started out single, but I’ve found a type of oneness with a pair; my words: my thinking.
To write is to live, to feel. The logistics are not confining, one isn’t restricted to anything. Since there are no boundaries, no rules, no expectations, I can say that I am truly in love with the brain that I have been given.
Yes, the words can hurt or can erupt any type of emotion possible. Words, I am so grateful for you!