#writerscrewd

[ellethethinker]

Realization

Turning on the volume up

I humm the song along

Words come to me

Easy as breathing

Shouting, screaming, singing

A little tune- alone.

feelings come to me

Beautiful as seasons

Never have I ever

Shouted on the top of clouds

Connecting the dots

Making a heart

Out of the tune in the crowd.

Being able to feel the lyrics of a song that you have been listening from your school days is another kind of realization.

[ellethethinker]

She says

Loving you came as naturally

as breathing,

Like my love for

reading

Rain

And stargazing.