The Blonde Quill

I needed to get the thoughts out of my head,

The words plaguing my brain like a flock of crows,

Swooping and diving erratically.

I needed the to get the words out –

Onto paper,

And into your hands,

In hopes that my thoughts and feelings

Were not wasted

On this existential plane where time flies

And people are forgotten,

But where words thrive,

And ideas last longer than a lifetime.