He fills up my drafts
Unfinished thoughts that haunt my soul.
They drift around in an ocean of their likeness
Waiting to be turned into masterpieces of perfection.
Blinding flashes of joy and nerve wrecking misery,
All wedged into flimsy pieces of paper.
I stand in the eye of the hurricane.
My storm of endless musing,
The bittersweet catastrophe of my choosing.