So, my words have great power and I should write them down, this I was told.
I create great beauty when I write my truth, this I was also told.
Words keep leaking every so and so often, exploding into some story, directed at some cause.
But these words will just flow
Bad punctuation, thoughts to not forget, others to work out, others try for masterpiece.
Hoping to prove myself a great creator of words, that artist so many admire
Most likely not too understood.

To Myself
To write what swirls in my mind
To work out thoughts
Ingenious theories
Brave and Bold things
That no on dares say out loud
For company to my misery
Published greatness on day
Or crumbled to dust
For the possibility to create something great
To Create
For the spriits to speak through me
And to contemplate God, creation, and some sense to it all.
From Myself