Writing

When I write
The words just flow
Out of my fingertips

I don’t know where
It comes from
But I imagine that
It’s a place in
Everyone’s mind

The characters speak to me
As if I’m they’re only way
To get their stories out

So I weave the plots together
And write it to my liking

I don’t know where
My stories come from
But I know it must be
A great place