My inner thoughts mirroring my soul,
Integrating the existence of my private playground.
To my imagination spilling onto this page.
Thus, articulating thoughts that are no more than moon beams.
In the not so quite chambers of my mind.
A storm with twists and turns, for ever brewing!.
My every heartbeat sparks some form of inspiration.
Painting with fire and ice.
My description here might suggest elements of chaos.
No such matter!
I find delight in composing like so,
without any idea what I might say next.
My passions are often wild and vast,
But right now, every word held hostage.
Some may call it writers block,
I call it time for lunch
