the gentle patter of rain fills the world around me

been riding the waves of words all morning, a steady intake of coffee and introspection

early punk humming, feet tapping the floor as my fingers fly across the phone face

trying to keep my mental excitement tied down

heart fluttering, racing from creation, caffeine and blossoming feelings of something more

worry pecks it’s beak against my brain stem

muttering this is a dream, and all dreams end

so i throw myself harder into the river of phrase, not afraid to drown in it, conscious of the ebb and flow

knowing somejwere out there her wings gently flap, wanting to feel them wrapped around me

but able to just keep my head afloat, my airways clear, a feeble grip on the steering wheel

the novel ideas of mythology and magical fairy tale aspersions

hunger and need driving me to dive deeper into the cantankerous self revelation

and maybe smile

enjoy the rain, for with it comes the flowers

and listen for the wings in the distance

i have stories to tell