I swallow the sun at exactly the same time every day,
Just before it’s night.
The sunrays hug my guts –
And lights me up from inside.
As I think of new ways, my mind can coincide –
With ink –
Like a sync or a link –
Made with ink.
Or an ink waterfall
That I casually purify in.
I might as well wash my sins away with it.
Nonetheless, I ingest this yellow pill
As a way to keep me safe.
Because after daylight dims –
The darkness reinstates.
So, no matter if it’s dark out
I can carry a little bit of internal light wherever I go.
It serves as inspiration – whenever I have paper near.
It’s the reason I always carry my handheld God.
It’s what I write.
It’s why I write.