Friction.......
When you rub your hands eagerly.....
In anticipation of what might become...
Friction....
Gives birth to a spark.
A glowing ember.... A luminous dot of life... A trace of energy....
An attempt to reignite the fire inside...
The passion to express yourself...
To free your thoughts and liberate your mind....
With words...
Words as bridges...
Words as comfort..
Words as weapons...
Words. Are. My. Weapons
With words I can heal....
With words i can protect...
With words I can wound....
Friction....
As I put pen to paper..
Friction....
Creates sparks...
Sparks fly...
Incandescent specks of ideas, theories and opinions...
Sparks meet paper..
And the paper ignites...
Finally
The flame within...
Its alive again....
