What it is to be

time stands still as I take a seat as I feel my hands shaking the passion running through me my heart is racing this simple thought in creation this never ending tune this pattern this urge this need this power flowing through my veins this is what it is to be this is what it is to write it makes me who I am what I am the words my world my own creations this is what it is to be as the fingers move over the keyboard the simple seconds taken by the click click clicking of my fingers they move swiftly never stopping my thoughts racing the characters come to life this breath I breathe life into the words into my stories into my world into my creations into my life into my very being my never ending soul this is what it is to be this is what it is to be a writer the words on my lips on my fingertips the reality that I am the collision with this world of mine with this universe of ours with the simple sayings of tomorrow of today this is why I write life is my inspiration the ability to pour out of these ties into something so different so unique so inspiring since all poets have long been inspired by life by sadness by love by joy by the unexpected world beyond one yet in one this is what it is this is what it means to this is what it is to write your soul to pour your soul into simple sheets of white paper into empty spaces to be filled with your inspiration with your all this is my passion this is my reason to fill the pages of time with letters that create words words of inspiration words of truth words of confusion words of sorrow words of love this is my escape my everything my everlasting dream my very being this is what it is like to write