I love poetry.  I love how there are no rules. What goes up doesn’t have to come down. What would normally be considered strange or out of the ordinary, becomes absolutely intriguing through the eyes of the poet.

Sometimes words just jump into my head and I have to write them down. It’s very annoying when this happens while you’re driving and you know the words will never remain till you get home.

Or waking in the middle of the night with words ringing in your head. The remnants of a possible poem. Words never before strung together in such a way.

And sometimes this happens. I have no thoughts, I have no plans to write. I sit down and think tonight I’ll just read. Then I start to type and words flow from my fingers into the keys on my laptop and onto the screen. No thoughts, just words appearing as if they are not a part of me. Words created outside my mind, by my body alone.

It doesn’t happen a lot. I don’t really understand it. I read my words afterwards and they are new to me as well. Am I going out of my mind?