Sometimes they just flow out of me,
like they've been ready all along.
Other times they wander and rush through my head for days,
Like they're trying to find each other
In the chaos of emotions
They beat down, befriended, or became along the way.
I am more of a thinker than a writer.
I'm more of a philosopher than a poet.
Half the time, I have too many words for my theories.
Half the time, I have no words for my thoughts.
But sometimes words happen.
And sometimes I call it poetry.
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