words

how is it that once u start writing words just rush out. as if all barriers are broken and the words are spilling all over. they want to drown everything near and around. the waves are strong and the passion untamed. they have no purpose, no aim just this fire that burns and with it wants to engulf the world. is it because they finally have someone who cares, who doesn't judge them, doesn't control them, doesn't break the spirit that lives through them?. that one person to me is paper, its the one place where i can use words and know that it wont ask me to stop, its mind wont wander as i approach the climax of my grief or happiness, it wont turn away when i need comfort and it wont embrace me when i want space, its very existence is comforting. is it strange to think of paper as something other than what society tells us it is?. because for me its where magic happens, it helps me create a world where nothing and no one matters. its where i am at peace being alone for a change.