Words have always been my art:
They dance for me and sing for me;
They laugh for me and cry for me;
They are my paint and brushes;
They are my clay.
Like water and wet, my head and heart
Cannot be separated.
I think, therefore I feel, therefore I think
Therefore I feel.
It’s all one.
Get out of my head and into my heart?
I’m in both,
I’m always in both.
Well thought well felt poem!