Dawning Creations

What am I writing?

It is a ridiculous question.

Writing about what is and what could be, there’s so many freeways to travel.

I am only one of the many travelers, processing my journey as I go, picking up all the tattered photographs in my memory bank and bringing them to life with words that are not completely mine.

I don’t know where this comes from, this endless ballad stringing along in vivacious melodies in my mind.

Time passes and the yearning to spill my soul is even less satisfied.

What am I writing?

These words pass to me from the great unknown.
I do not always speak well, so I write.

What am I writing?

I am writing only what my time can tell and what I wish I could say and let loose.