Something New. Again.

Something new has begun in me:

The new age of life at the edge of the teenage cliff;

The time to fly.

The prick of the writing instrument on paper has made its mark in me. The point of my writing tool has become me. I write with the desire to turn living thought into a message that will come alive and walk off the page. I do not write to please people.

I do not write to satisfy the laws of grammar.

I simply write because I want to re-feel my feelings at random. I write to feel and to stop feeling. I write to pour out my soul in ink and come back to drink the thinking ink of myself.

I've fallen in love. I've fallen for words. Agian.

The lover of my soul. My soul loving lover.