something in me
is telling me to
just go
open a notebook
and hold a pen

it says that
there’s so much in me
that wants to pour out

it says that
there are flowers
in my veins
that cannot bloom
unless i feel my veins
and pour their waves

and so i move
my hands sing
into my typewriter
hours pass
night falls
and i realize
i’ve created an ocean
and now i’m swimming in euphoria