For the souls without words…

I’m the writer, the storyteller.
The poet, alfabet genius.
I’m the space between sentences. Putting the visual into gramma.
I’m the creator, the discoverer.
The sinner and the saint.
I’m the down town word hustler.
The missing semicolon.
I’m the analyzer, the observer.
The empath, oversensitive nerd.
I’m the center where worlds pass through. Universal distraction.
I’m the junkie, the addicted one.
The dot, between tales.
I’m the inexhaustible fireplace.
Fed by unraveled definitions.
I’m the beholder, the guardian.
The consonant, the vowel.
I’m the explaination, the making sense.
I’m the handmade bookmarker.
Reminding the forgotten.
I’m the truth, the connector.
The lost and the found.
I’m the clear voice silently speaking.
For the souls without words…

~Nina~

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