...Miniscule in relation to the cosmos... if I really wanted to gyp the world I'd restrict myself to the spokenword so as to be completely in the Now, and then...wiped-clean as absolution... like a dream (visceral, yet pain-free) if not for the continuum of Memory...that lives, mentally, and kills with desire to go-back and revive History...over-and-over. Even so far as to commit the Crime of jailing thoughts into prison—taped, booked, (inside words/phrases) condemned to capital punishment...after a brief hyperbole.

#InsideWordsandPhrasesChallenges

Writing is the greatest thing to me

Spilling words from my soul, for all to see

It floods my heart with joy

Countless styles to choose from, happy or coy

Inspiration everywhere around

It sinks into my head, deeper and deeper down

From the vibrant leaves on trees

To the steady buzzing of bees

There's much to appreciate in nature

I store those ideas for later

For now, I continue, always writing

I'll do this until the day I'm dying