I wish I wrote as I thought

obsessively

Labyrinths full of ideas

suffocating myself with my words

sentences so deep you could swim in them

paragraphs would blossom from the pages like flowers in spring reaching for the light

my majestic words moving people to tears

I would write myself into oblivions, wearing way my years, writing

I would write a lot about you

pages, books, series in the same deep detail of my thoughts

Sumptuous novels

best sellers that were never supposed to leave my head

I don’t think that I would like that though

to have the world look at you as I do

and for them to feel the pain as I do because you are always just out of reach