thoughts are form

writers don't form
on first summer days
when the air is light
and your thougths are warm
like the sunset you are watching
while standing on the edge of a cliff
above the blue sea
where it disembogues
in the sky
that it as bright
as the plans
for your future

writers form
on cold windy days
when yu're  walking alone
in the rain
and the thunder makes the world
shatter
like your heart did
when you realised
the dustiest corners of your mind
are never going to get explored
and your thoughts
are never going to be
completeley,
fully
shared
and you won't ever be
not truly
alone.