It’s Poetry

It’s poetry:

sometimes it’s poetry, that’s what defines my morning writing, that I only want to express beautiful lines in apt descriptions of the world. It’s a mood, really, not mine to control but one that sweeps down on me with an urge to give myself over to the flow of words, holding nothing back and to pour my soul fully on the page. I never know when this mood will strike me, or why inspiration might take this particular form. I am…