oh, there exists a joy...
and i hunger to decode it and to share it.
and i do feel it rising from deep within my heart.
like that first shot of expresso awakening my mind come some lazy sunday morning.
i step off into the past, it is a familiar road, one i know quite well.
some places and people, and things i have forgotten.
other memories are as clear as the sun splitting, the mighty sapphire river into diamonds... as lucid as yesterday, once was.
i long to return, i ache to return, back in time to this dream. i just need to be led to the truth. For the truth shall send me flying, soaring into the ether where poetry resides. And like an almost, barely unattainable high. I shall chase after those, words, images, syllables, rhythms, rhymes, similes and definitive sentences. Entertaining dialogue with angels, till I am sloppy drunk with literary addiction. why you ask? only because there exists a joy.