when words pour out of me, I cannot equate it to anything other than tears.
my mind releases and suddenly water is pouring out of my mouth
as if I have never sobbed. that is how fast it happens.
and suddenly the flood gates have broken and everything is soaking wet.
drenched in love and hate and anger and courage and sorrow and deep pitting realization
it’s almost as if the salty drops well up in the pits of my lungs and are replaced with oxygen as they hit the paper
as if putting my soul into written form is the very mechanism that allows me to refuel
what a bittersweet way to share your art
– when you ask me if I cry often