Death By Words

Being a writer,

I deal with a lot of words on a daily basis.

Even when I’m not writing,

I’m thinking about what I would write,

If I was given a buffer of two minutes from the universe,

Before acting upon a certain situation.

Maybe then I would use my words righteously.

Unlike, last few days,

When words have almost become the death of me.

Wanting me to give up writing all together,

But then, would I be alive?

Guess not.

So, here’s me hoping,

That the words are the sun,

And not the black hole,

Sucking me all in,

One word at a time.

FLY, I SAY