You, are born from some place deep within me...
my brain, my heart, my soul,
or some place else...
hidden between the square expressions and the gooey, mushy mass of feelings
reverberating between various extremes.
You are not my flesh, not my blood,
and yet you are more personal, more intimate,
more a part of me than anything ever was...
or will be.
You are in my thoughts, my ideas,
so deeply entwined with them, that I know not
who came from who...
as unseperable you lay, together defining who I am.
You are not much to look at...
sometimes frail, crawly and thin, almost inexistent...
sometimes loud, boisterous, dominant...
You could be a voice, a scrawl, a thought, a blank...
You could be anything... nothing...
untill I form you, give you birth...
And then you live, forever as a part of me.
And you will live long after I am gone
reminding those I love that
I was... I truly have been.
You, are my WORDS!
