Perfectly Imperfect Me

hunny is that day yet?

 

is the day where you are scribbling down words

from a book on your shelf

and you see them as something more?

 

is  it the day when you relize that words

are not just times new roman font

and they are not just telling a story

 

is that day?

 

the day when you rellieze that slowly

these words have knotted themselves around your heart

and that ink now runs in your veins?

 

hunny,

is it the day when you come out of the pages of your books

and look at the world through new eyes

as words and ideas tumble through your head?

 

~are you a writer yet, hunny?