Courage does not need to travel in words.
Spellcheck varies in different worlds.
My interpretation is broken.
The language of love is unspoken.
However can be expressed with a mouth.
Letters in measures undeniable –
what is it all about?
Life is a racecar.
On a highway set apart
You never really know where you are.
Longitude and latitude
Depth or altitude.
Location is an abrasion.
Wounds in a dramatization.
Like this poem.
Meaningless thoughts for when
I feel lonesome.
You'll never know where you are.
Life is a racecar.
Up or down, ill or sane.
Either way you read it, it's always the same.
Love is unspoken;
The language is written in kisses.
The warmth for your heart is difficult to
remember when you're apart.
Courage does not travel in words,
But in a pair of eyes to keep me
moving forward.
That motivation is all I see.
All I believe.
For now my highways are clean.
No traffic jams.
But then again, I never really know where I am.