the words.
i can’t deny that my thoughts are
fueled by words-
letters are my foundation-
memories are my source-
like an adventurous expedition-
my brain leads my hand into the
wild-
like a rough hewn guide-
it directs the way-
i won’t deny that my thoughts are
fueled by words-
i must admit that i am directed
by wayward imaginations-
distant urges-
and constant yearnings-
they made me who i was-
they’ve allowed me to be who
i am-
and they will inevitably mold me
into who i need to be*
no doubt all key ingredients one who is a writer.