Thoughts of a writer

thoughts come
from a place
that’s beyond
the depth
of my soul
I close
my eyes
and let them
fill my mind
waiting
to be born
to be thrown
across paper
erased
and rewritten
allowing them
to breathe
a life
of their own
these words
are why
I write
these words
are why
I dream
I know
no other way
to let
them be free