I have a heart made of words,
they flow through my veins.
I want to give,
inspire with the universe blinding
beauty of language,
inspire like I was.
The little girl under the bed sheet
with wide eyes and a flashlight,
poring over somebody else’s gift
to the world.
I am at home with a pen and paper,
thoughts waiting patiently in my fingertips.
I wouldn’t do it for the money,
not the money,
but the stage,
and the TV.
The hardcover binding.
The comic book.
My soul in every page.