sixty-nine.

enveloped.

dear inspiration,

thank you for being apart of my life.
thank you for stimulating my mind.
thank you for tracing the voice of my words.
thank you for creating visuals through my silence.

thank you for trickling down my spine

and leading me down a road of observation

with appreciation.

inspiration, thank you for being generous.

one thing i must say, i hate when you leave.
when you secretly walk away from me.

leaving my pen mute and my pages naked.

i know this is selfish of me, but could you please not go away?

sincerely,

your instrument.