A bit of a surreal take on the writing process and how it connects us
Close your eyes
and open them
I am here now, like you,
wrapt in this warped world of words.
Here we are,
Gods of characters and pictures in our heads.
Pictures that travel down our synapses
Through our fingers
Converted from impulse,
Back to energy,
To this screen.
Through your eyes and into your brain,
Here I am, inside your head
And now you are thinking my thoughts.
You can see what I see,
Dust rising up off the ground
Becoming flowers, demons, teeth gnashing.
You can hear the babies laughing
And the tweeting of birds,
Because I made it so.
Close your eyes.
And Open Them.