Who are you Heath Houston?

Why do you write to blow me away?

When you don’t write to blow me away,

Why do you write to give me strength and Courage?

When you don’t write to give me strength and Courage,

Why do you write to tell me what to write?

When you don’t tell me what to write,

Why do you write like you’re in my head?

When you don’t write like you’re in my head,

Why do you write like you know my mind?

Who are you?

I don’t know what I’m saying right now but you just wrote this and it seems you’re making me recall “something” about me or maybe you’re bringing my mind to something about me.

Its like you’re defining me. As I was reading this, ………Wait! Why was I trying to define me while reading this poem in the first place! Why was I trying to draw strength from this poem in the first place?

Maybe this is supposed to be some love poem to some gurl and make her go crazy but this one just did a different thing in me.

And please don’t say you’re not a god. You are one writing god. This one here just confirmed it.

That’s what you are. That’s who you are!

A god! The muse himself! That’s you. I’m not making a mistake.