when i write it comes in waves.
sometimes i'm tearing at the seams.
sometimes i have so many words flowing from my brain through my arms and out my fingertips.
like each letter has it's own little soul.
but other times, i can't write a thing.
i become this vault full of one liners
because thats as far as my creativity will take me.
i feel like high tide is coming though,
and soon i'll fill the earth with everything
i left inside of me
for times when i might let myself forget
that it really doesn't get much better than this.
[i dont.]
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