Writing is an art form
We just use words
Instead of colours
Figures of speech
Instead of numbers
We engage
All senses
Poke the mind
With every sentence
Smell it
Taste it
Even remember it
When you weren't even there
Coming back with
Imaginary souvenirs

It's a collision of minds
Where all roads lead
To more collisions
Sparks, flames
Lightning, visions
The imagination
Is frightening
An infinite space
Of infinite wonder
Housed in such
A finite place

Have we met?

We probably just like the same books

So it's almost like, we have

If you haven't been
I can write you there
If I haven't seen
You can show me where
Every sentence is a scene
Every chapter is a theme
Every character feels so real
I'm trapped inside like it's a dream

Like I'm alive
In God knows where
I cannot hide
My smile laid bare
It's much more than I
Expected
Reality intercepted

Walking downside up
Flying upside down
Smiling inward
With twisted innards
Dying and coming back
Dying and coming back!
Dying!
Again and again
As many times
As imagination allows
Infinity roars
I hear the sound
Dying, and coming back
Really, I've been around
This whole time

I can be
Two
No
Three
No, I can be
All I want to be
From the Sun
To the sun scorched trees
I can altogether
Engulf it all in the sea
Snap!
As if it were just a dream