• empty_thoughts 22w

    When I write

    Feels like touching the fingers of a being who doesn't even exist...
    Slowly and slowly, one by one, I reach a place which exists just beyond infinity...
    It feels like I embrace the world that lies within me...
    What a wonderful escape,
    What a wonderful dream it seems
    Where my soul is an another being and we stand facing each other...
    And right there a transparency exists beyond which no one can travel but my mind always does...
    I become a child,
    I become wild,
    I become a warrior,
    And also a refugee,
    I become a husband and a wife,
    In thousand lives, I live each and every life...
    I get a chance to become so much more, even if I am one...
    All the stars and the sun,
    All confine to form the universe in and around me...
    The ink spills,
    The words spell,
    The paper is covered with art,
    And the space that existed is now filled,
    Each and every remaining void becomes beauty,
    I am not great, It is not a duty...
    But,
    The oceans are vast and minds wander and they explore,
    &
    When I write,
    I become nothing but whole...
    When I write,
    I touch the fingers of my soul...


    ©empty_thoughts