Sometimes I feel like two people.
Surviving the day,
then alive on the page.
Flip the switch.
Words spilling.
My soul expanding,
my mind on fire.
Sparks.
Love.
Meaning.
Could be a song,
a riff,
a smile.
Connection
Light.
Through the alleyways and avenues,
or flying high above the city.
The beach as the waves crash.
A little cottage in the hills.
Or here,
on the front step.
Writing this.
Music playing.
The Rolling Stones.
Flip the switch.
(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon
