The Heat

Erosion of my thoughts
Distinct memories stimulate the awakening part of
what I thought was a slight case of writer's block
Or a slight case of laziness or no motivation
But i sit here
Warm to the bone
Alone
In my room listening to my thoughts going "vroooooom"
Trying to flee
But where to?
They cannot leave me
At least not without my permission
I see me
Papers.
Journals.
Blogs.
Chapters
Sentences
And then my mother's voice
"Be the best at what you do regardless of what is"
I then agree
Music and lyrics is where my heart is...
I could be the female Smokey
My words flame
My thoughts extinguish what you THOUGHT you said,
but in actuality everything you say is in vain.
But who are you?
A figment of me?
no!
Or Him? Possibly
Or my imagination?
hmm
The heat has officially gotten to me...