Of Time and Words

First attempt at writing in over a year. We shall see how long I stay consistent

What am I missing?

I can’t stop thinking that

I want my

words to be beautiful again.

I want to be obsessed with the creation

destruction, distortion, completion of

words.

What is it that’s missing?

Time.

More importantly

time that’s gone to waste.

Time I spent thinking about

and then abandoning the thought of

words.

I sometimes take hold of some strange thought

yet don’t give it courtesy to transform it

into familiar lines that form letters that form

words that form sentences, those of which

eventually sprawling the length of a complete page.

It’s been there, lingering, for too long. The

time has come for my

words to be heard, constructed, construed once more

in the lines, forming letters, and in

time forming strange, melodic, undeniably beautiful

words.