why am i writing?what exactly is it for?

these words will never go beyond this floor

so then ... what for?

to release tension and search for a calm?

sounds inspiring ... sounds like a psalm

i think eventually it will be as gold

beauty from the outset ... never growing old

i just want it read

not sold

my life will continue even if i don't

my air will leave even if i won't

however

i will not

fade like your threads

i will

individually put your fears in little beds

you will know I know the way

to the land of milk and honey

dont bee funny...