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Diary | Summer Nights

My fellow creatives will sympathize with me when I express that we are merely at the mercy of the Imagination Gods.  In my case, words show up whenever they please and as such I find myself jotting obscure words in little notebooks and sometimes even sugar packets if I have nothing else accessible at the moment. I have come to understand that some words don’t need to be analyzed but rather felt. The following words woke me up at exactly 3:30 am on a Monday. 

What you are.

I am

What you feel. 

I feel. 

I am the salt in your tears. 

I am the sunshine beaming on your happiness. 

The sea pressing against your lips…

Don’t you know that I will breathe you in for a lifetime.