The pen hits the page.

I am one hundred thousand streams.
Of thoughts,
Of tears,
Of smiles,
Of feelings.
And so the rivers flow and flood this page, soaked with my silent thoughts and
ponderings.

Held quietly inside they were dangerously undescribed,
but
rid of all imaginings I'm free to finally fly.
So I let my own words open my heart
and watch as all my thoughts pour forth.
And I am left drenched in uncertainty,
wondering if you heard me like I wished you'd heard me.
Seeing you breathe it all in slowly, tasting each syllable on your
tongue.

Now I am found the vulnerable one.

Watch me.