I like the freedom of words
the ability to skate the paper
and reveal the innermost thoughts
and feelings of yourself
and the universe.
I like the flowing of writing,
that other state of being
where the smooth silkiness of thought
is traced out
on translucent white.
With prose one writes a
story: they show a world
real or unknown.
(or lack thereof)
So it goes
that this infinite creative space,
generally lost in three of four
branches of our tall school system
becomes a tiny kingdom,
a playground in a valley of words-
a paradox if I've ever heard one.
a rest here,
and take your time
this kingdom of writing
and expression. Remember
that this is another home, where
time and space are merely suggestions.