Creativity
Scribble.
Scratch.
Rip.
Ideas thrown at paper before
they are forgotten
lost in a wir of endless thoughts.
Poems.
Stories.
Pictures.
Music.
Flying from
the pen
the pencil
the paint brush
the instrument.
For creativity does not stop a
moment for our hands to catch
up with the mind. Instead it
forges on allowing us only
to grab at a concept before
its gone entirely. The best
arriving when we have
no way in which to hold
them meaning they are lost
till some other fortunate soul
stumbles across them.