Within the walls

I love the in betweens’ more than the one's who've learned to grow out. In the little pockets between places, where all the single words sleeping in my mind spark and erupt into thoughts like a forest fire in the driest of august days. I have no preconceptions and know only this. What runs through my mind and what wonders I create within myself will never see the light of day or live to be written onto a page. For the best things are the ones where you simply enjoy their company and do not rush to find something to archive it on. They live on within me, and within the things they’ve driven me to create and love.