screaming for release from the soul.
it burns it aches it calls.
traveling through the heart is passes through your lips.
still burning still aching still calling.
rising and falling, i hear my soul calling.
what has been released shoots through the air,
and across the crowds, across the room,
and into my head.
bouncing and shaking, breaking the foundation.
like a piercing arrow, it goes straight through me.
in through my chest and out my back.
it hurts like hell, but pain is bliss.
where could such a powerful thing arise from?
where could such a thing go?
how could such a thing be so sweet?
and yet so painful?
i try and grab it, to keep to myself.
but such a thing must be heard by all.
would it be so bad to be so selfish?
i want to catch it.
i want to draw it.
i want to paint it.
i want to write it.
but i can't.
i have to share.
i need to share.
or do i?