March 7th, 2018

moon

Passion Abbreviated

Tonight some thing rose up in me that longed to be free, clawing at my mind with whispers of possibility laced with belief.

Weary of silencing myself for too long, I wanted to scream, but I decided singing will be better.

And for one brief mad moment I felt the heat of passion run through my veins and threaten to split me open as a ripe summer melon

Open

Quickly I wrote down as many words as I could

In case the music stopped

Because

It always does.