I burn with excitement
of some kind.
Can not define it.
Can not decide where it comes from.
It just burns deep down inside
And it tickles my very existence
It changes the way I breathe
The way I move my eyes
The way I hold my head
it even changes my complexion.
And I can almost say
This excitement
Makes me anxious
But it pushes me to a new level of seeing things
It makes me act
It makes me think in different directions
It makes me type.
Can it be
That I love this excitement?
Are the words coming back to me?
Are they allowing me to release them
And let them be?
I do not care anymore.
I let myself be.
Li.
lunarli 