we are too evolved

I feel alive,

I feel the words soak in

I write slower to absorb the lines,

I let them understand why 

they are being written,

I allow them to be simple

I try not to scare them off

with their larger counterparts,

they call me to understand them too

they want to be read

they want to be written,

we know one another

we are not friends

but we are acquainted,

I ask them what to do

they listen and answer 

thats when my hand moves,

the letters and I crave each other

we both feel the same things,

we know exactly what the other is thinking

we are not two pieces but one whole,

the only difference is

I scream and they don't talk at all

just like I want to be looked at without limitations.

my words want to be written without rules of punctuation and rhythm