I Need Help

I don't love a whole lot. I might have loved you way back when but that has passed and now I'm here, today is not yesterday, nor is it tomorrow. Today is today, and yesterday I soared in the clouds with vicious bats. Tomorrow I might climb a mountain, but today this muse is shoutin for me to create something worth viewing-something higher than might but smaller than that which bites. Words are the love of my life, the thing that keeps me going when all is down and the bets are rattling at me telling me to quit.
I fall asleep as streams of words pour from my mind, I walk through a matrix of words as they buzz past my sight. I listen to the words; they speak to me, they glow and fluctuate in the night. They stand above everything and when I die, these words will whisk me up to heaven
so I can say goodbye.