creativity

It taken over the empty cracks constantly fueling a flood of words that crowed the already over run space of what is my mind. It is the constant pulsing of my heart, the analytical illusion of my soul and the meaning behind every word so delicately constructed into a puzzle of metaphors allusions and ideals. It questions my soul, it aggravates my heart, and finally rips free of my mind to take on its own life... A life where it can impact and change so much more than communication. It can uplift, trod upon, create love, inspire a nation. Its simple and yet complex... is is mind.