I write

by valentinestavrou

When I turn the moments into words

and when I grasp every little sound.

When I think, and in my head

my voice echoes loudly against the boundaries of my skull.

When I speak and I listen to the music coming out of my mouth

blending with the space I’m in.

When I touch and the feeling breeds words

while I’m desperately trying to focus.

When I observe the play; other people living what I’m not

a poet’s heavy curse and sin.

I see what you don’t.

I feel what you can’t.

I am what you are not.