It’s the first thought that really counts
And, like a burst of flame
It ignites a world that only you can see
Your senses overwhelm you
And while you may be sitting alone in your room
Or on the bus home
Or at a coffee shop sipping on something warm
Your mind is somewhere else, it’s flying high
It’s crouching low, it’s swimming
You can see the fire burning around you
And the ashes suspended in the air
You can feel them settle in your hair and on your shoulders
You can feel the warmth of the flame filling you up like hot chocolate
You can smell the smoke, taste the heat
It makes your eyes stream and it makes you choke
And yet, you beg for more
You don’t want to return to the silence in your room, the noise on the bus,
Or the smell of cocoa in the coffee shop
You want to stay in that realm of blissful torture
You want to stay in the fleeting moment of discovery
The second where you’ve found a thought
And a world that has stemmed from the thought
And a universe of your own
A universe that only you can see,
That only you created
Your first instinct is to share
To scribble and to illustrate with words,
The view you see before you.
You hold your fleeting thoughts as stencils for the lines to come
You try to spread your arms and catch this world, like a fly in a web
You try and you try in vain
For all the sounds and symphonies have escaped your grip, you know what to say
But you know not how
And yet again, you try
Your heart pumps the ink into your bloodstream, pulsing warmly
Until it reaches your fingertips
And you set your palm on the sheet before you
The first line is etched, shaky and hesitant
But your heart is persistent, and the ink runs deep
As you continue, you find a flow
Gentler than that a drizzle, powerful as a storm
Alphabets huddle together in words,
Words sit side by side in rows and stanzas
And finally as you exhale in relief, you realise that you’ve done it.
You have done it, and it was all worth it.
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