Words are in the air

My writing eyes

my writing thoughts

my writing chemistry

I cannot find the words to say

what life just means to me.

 

The words are in the air

to be plucked out one by one

The words are in the air

but blocked out by the sun

 

The words are in the air

only blind men’s eyes can see

The words are in the air

but a phrase will never be.

 

The words are in my breath

which may sentence them to death

The words are in my brain

which may mean I’m quite insane.

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