Re-Urge Of Writing Poem by Alexander Keli Mutua

Are we kissing the words as our eyes tangle upon feelings and thoughts. Its the love of kissing the air the send of love upon the rush of the wind. Is it the feeling of me or the feelings and thoughts of someone else en routing upon this surfacing words. Do I love myself or I love the thought of someone loving me or someone loving me hence loving them. Am I in a quagmire? Do I only kiss and caress words with intense pain. Am I only embracing the air and taking deep kisses as I inhale the air? Or probably lighten up to attract the passion of read and write? Is it even worth asking myself these questions or is it part of self realization. Are these questions overwhelming my heart, soul and mind to a point or extent of outflow?