Just alphabets

From start to end, layer by layer
Composed in sense
Understood in thought

Distance is shortened with just a few put together
Love is defined with actions that follow
Structured perfectly, context sorted
It never ends, "to be continued"

Those thoughts that pierce unreachable places
Those words that bring the light into the darkness
Carry your own weight, they say
That slight pain that cannot be put into words
Though alphabets are flying around your brain cells

We don't just put things together
There's always that "why" do we?
Any rigid position will damper that motion we seek
That as much as you can, put them in your hand
Write you, write from you, write to you
Time will redifine

As open as it may seem, the harder it is
When that direction is just in a circle
A to Z and back to A
Stand tall, firm and unshaken
But first, get it together before it is lost in translation

See the end but not predictable
Start at the beginning but not obvious
Close it when it gets heavy
Take a break when you can't breathe
There's no point in forcing words into existence
There's no favour to you while you finding your existence

Alphabets are chronological
Thoughts are not
Actions are complex
But your mind is not
Is it logical?
Or it doesn't matter!
Each one of them have a place in you
Don't look for destinations then
Find a hole in those covers

It is just a book
Compose it
It is just a book
Take control of it
It is just a book
Find meaning in it
It is just a book
And it is worth it

Alphabets that fly around your mind.