These are the ramblings of a perpetual prose machine, which sometimes turn to rhyme. It's mostly free verse, but it becomes lyrical from time to time. I'm born to create. Really, we all are. So let's just do that, and make it sound pretty.
Where do I go from here? Nowhere perhaps, but why does that matter? The journey on which the words will take us; it's magical and strange. It could make us happier or make us sadder. But, whatever we may feel, we can’t turn back.
These words are what they are. And, yes, I have too many to spare!
~ Phoenix <3