Thought Process
I let myself smile a big unfamiliar feeling
goofy smile
because the words are pulsing
out of me.
Pushing out and
then
when they make it to the surface,
slipping like raindrops down
down
down
my skin
playing on eachother
growing and expanding
whispering ideas to eachother
as they collide.
Those words they run through
my finger tips
and onto paper in a
single moment
an instant of magic.
A dripping, sliding, chaotic
thought.
My ideas collect themselves morphing
from a tangled mass inside of me
to a living anatomy.
An organized artwork a
brewing collection.