I have an obsession with never ending sentences,
I have a problem with punctuation.
I want them to go on forever and ever, so I write as though I am never finished
Expressing everything. Every feeling, every thought, every moment,
I FEEL.

I have an obsession with trees that stand apart,
They seem so desolate.
Impinging on my every thought, they haunt my dreams and make me feel like a prototype.
Always thinking, always cold, always breathing,
I GLOW.

I have an obsession with birds that fly alone,
Every wing flap is painful to me beyond any words.
I'm not quite sure why I am so entranced with the implications that they are deeply saddened.
Constant flight, constant freedom, constant isolation,
THE WIND.

Takes you and me everywhere,