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Wandering
Around
Like
A
Lost
Sheep
In the darkness...
i go to where i am the most me
in my bed
a soft blanket
a night light
late
just me
and a book
words
characters
time travel
places to go and
people to see
a sentence
a phrase
conversation
dialog
nouns
and verbs
and adjectives
tumbling
all
over
each other
I sigh
or smile
thinking of
someone with a pen
and too many loose ends
tying everything up
making word art
just for me
when they are most like themselves
just like me
here in the dark
where the story begins...
...here...
when my head is too full
...of me...
lost
i get lost
calgon take me away
better than a hot bath
more like
a goodnight kiss
storytellers
the wizards with words
i fall
into the pages
i take in the scene
from another point of view
i zoom out from me
and zoom in for a close up
with a page
a page of prose
disappear from my world
and appear in theirs
sometimes i swear
we've met before
or if not
would
be
fast
friends
it is a gift
to tell a tale
to take the time
to take the risk
to get out of bed
to sit down and write
because
you
just
can't
keep
still
i just wanted you to know
you writers out there
i've found you
and you've helped me
find
my
way
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