books are motion delicate
as a butterfly
tender as a water droplet
impactful like a strong memory
feeling a ray of sun painting warmth across skin
we writers tend to think
our words bring comfort
thoughts too loud to stay hidden
inside
at times when the sun and moon
start to bleed into each other
we sit typewriter in hand
luring ideas from nature
human nature
we push aside our lives and beliefs
to become what we write
to string together words
making everything
from nothing
books are purely human
from one person to another
emotions and thoughts
traveling a path
from one’s head to another’s heart
books are feeling
if one can’t feel it’s message
then surely it’s suffering
what could be more dreadful than not understanding
the essence of an idea
that a writer lost themself for
