The valley is sculpted by the mouth of the creek—its lips, a soft harbor against the uncivilized dirt—intoxicated with the notion of the sky—baptized with the wealth of its journey.
When my mind disinherits my heart—I am dictated within the ballad of the tree frogs, that declare the homecoming of night—to ramble to the edge and bathe amidst the glory.
I drink the notion of the sky—that is punctuated with stars—authored upon the water.
I immerse myself within the story, until the words rest on my tongue and plead for deliverance.
And—
When I am saturated with thought, and dripping with words—I walk upon the warm, uncivilized dirt, and join my heart inside the chapter—intoxicated with ideas, and baptized with the wealth of my journey.
Well, you had me at the subtitle but' as my heart and soul was giving a standing o to this: "baptized with the wealth of my journey.", I couldn't help but ask myself out loud what in the actual fuck you are capable of writing when you DON'T have to fight your way through a stretch of writer's block ;) this is beautifully written!
You do a great job putting words together, they pull at our emotions.