expressive trianofmind

I feel inspired through the voices around me. It's like their head anamorphic into my brain and took over my hair follicles to make one. The reason I feel like I should write a few words is to express my emotions through a swift of my fingers I type away a storm. Or as a Shepard shall say, I call into my heard. Guide the sheep of the world to find their own feed for the hungry starve but the ones who eat freely express the Peace of security. As I emphasize this message I can't help but appreciate the ones who's words I have come across to spring forth though my newly distinghushed force I like to call inspiration. Coming in I thought about my first poem. How I would come and write a simple thought. A phrase of how I feel that by my word the satisfaction of feeling secure feels me deeply with my gut. It tightens up and sing a out loud like a cry for truth. A cry for help. But who is there to help me. When I'm in it to help myself. Therefore I can't help but express my thoughts freely and get to the point where I can say this is so great. My freedom lies with you. For I will not say a
word without feeling you deep in my head bc together we are the same and lie with the admiration that by the sense of unity we are all heard through the same walls that call my name...