As we exist
words spill into my head.
I was always bad at being without words –
Even now, when there is no time, no space,
and we are tangled together like wires, the words don’t stop –
My brain exploding with fireworks of consonants and vowels,
transforming into metaphors,
living and breathing in my mind.
I know that your head is different.
Just raw, blank instinct.
and nowhere but now,
(Featured image from Raumrot)
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