How beautiful that one can be so invested in something that they love. How wonderful that one can enjoy every aspect of this life and more. How truly grateful I am that an accumulation of words can make me feel new sensations each time. When I read something truly great, beyond the content, I begin to wonder about person behind those words:
He created a world from within
Gave a story to each character
A struggle and a dream
They carried his pain
And broke his chains
They existed to merely entertain
He lived in each character
And planted seeds in them
He connected the worlds
Made bridges with his words
Alliterations, metaphors and wordplay
It was a way to secure their stay
Every inch of him shined through
They were the light
They revealed the truth
The truth
Of his skin
Of his within
What a beautiful dream it seemed
Relationships, communities and cities
His mind finally at ease
Oh how witty!
Witty
That he was
Something so small
Started out as humor
Grew on him like an English ivy
Wrapped his mind in security
Gave depth to his life
And made it a bit heavy
His thoughts invested
Trusted and Adjusted
To a new part of him
To which he gave birth
It was the most intimate place on earth
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