All I want to do is write
Not for the expression;
but for the friction.
To feel the pen, against rough paper
and nothing less – nor more.
But know not I; words
to put down this moment.
As words – cannot express now
what i wish to say.
But this feeling – I wish would stay.
Words – shallow – in their limitation
strokes – give me – much liberation.
But forced I am – to put down words
and the strokes seem lost – in them.
Now you only see the meaning -
not this moment that is fleeting.
Now you only see me communicating
not the primitive art of creating.
