my mind is a game similar to
that which requires you to
unscramble a word;
however I- have to unscramble my thoughts.
my thoughts are made of words and letters that
barely make sense in my head.
they cannot be contained by the lines of a paper
the ink of my pen & the words of my mouth can never do justice to what I intend to say.
this caged beast has done nothing but drive me crazy ; yet still I am not sick of
alphabet soup
-n.c
