Interiorly Satisfied

Racing into skyways, soaring on tips of pens, enticing words to fall onto paper. Gathering momentum, reeling from the speed of sound, sensing the rhythm of light as it makes itself known through senses. Wonderfully tranquilizing outside sources in deference to intellect, keeping me satisfied interiorly as I write into the morning. Conquering the universe with ideas, copulating in every corner of my brain, breeding sentences, aligning them in poems, nurturing them as they enter my mind. Giving of self in efforts of spectacular attitudes, taking time to give every situation, attention that it deserves. Plenty of time to sit and write through rhythms as they continue to play to my soul.