the me coming out

Freed to write all the mind can let loose of. Tapping at a joy of hate, in between and love. Jotting down words riddled with pleasures game. Expressing the inner walls of the minds tempting frame. Writing anything that will come in times window. Stretching letters in a form without a shadow. Bleeding the leaking heart dripping with a grin. Down goes words flirting with my very own sins. Drips of emotions and some times those without meaning. Wrote to configure something inside me screaming. Dotted I’s and curved commas lead the way. Pages fill up quicker than my mind can play. Tears fall in pain splashing a new never ending style. Raising the cheeks even every once and a while. Groping an image without sound that speaks softly. I sit and feel the me coming out and at times can be costly. Markings of what is left of me and who I’ve become. Learning who I am with each and every one.