I hardly ever have times
Where I stare blankly at a paper
And find that





I cannot think of any words.

My hand always glides





Confidently across the paper.
It’s just that
I am a nerd of creative expression.

I can sit for minutes, hours,
And still find that I am perfectly happy,
Just there,
Writing my thoughts on paper.

It’s not that I have full control,
Or that I am a master of all words.




When I write,
My words control me.

They take me places,
Sometimes places that do not exist.
In fact,
I am completely under their power.

They fly me to the sandy shore,
Or to the middle of a vast ocean.
I can be
Anyone or anything.

I just have to trust my words
To take me where I want to go.
They are
My sun, my moon, and my stars.

But the stars do die,
And the sun will at time fade.
And even
The moon will lose its precious light.

So it comes down to the fact that
I cannot describe what words mean to me.
So I’ll just
Let them take me, and enjoy them while I can.