Writing

And I'm sitting here and I feel like writing.



I just have that urge, have you ever had it? Where you're just sitting there, with nothing at all to do, not necessarily bored but just with nothing to do, and then you get this sudden urge to write something, not just to occupy your time but you just feel like writing.



So I decided I'd write this, and then I decided I actually had no idea what I was gonna write after i wrote about the fact that I had this sudden urge to write...



I wrote this poem ages ago and now I feel like sharing it with you...not that anyone reads this blog anyway, there's never anything interesting on it.

Touch,
The sound of Eden,
Where a bird can only be held to be heard.

Smell,
The sight of Heaven,
Where to smell a rose you must all but see it.

Hear,
The taste of Paradise,
Where a sound must be heard to flood our senses.

See,
The feel of Glory,
Where we must see all to live a life.

Taste,
The smell of Rapture,
Where a scent does paint a new emotion.

Breath,
The life of Living,
Where to live becomes a dream.

So there it is, and here I am, sitting here with nothing to do...

And on that note, I say goodbye.