life is waiting for me,
chores, duties and needs to be met.
Books are waiting to be read
and adult things beckon
but here I am, drinking oxygen from words of strangers.
Searching for life in letters and lines.
a tale so intricately woven, a word, careless sentence, a blogpost
poetry so raw, naked, unadulterated waiting to meet my soul,
leaving me vulnerable, gasping for a second, then deadly alive.