These are not words
But an extrication of soul
An intrinsic resistance to extrinsic chaos
Or maybe intrinsic after all
What are words
Synapse to synapse
I am me
I am
I

Erasing myself in glittery sunshine, waking up with bright eyes. Red haired soul sister to share the stars and words that weave and whisper and dance like breeze in the spring blossoms. A perfect day.

And what but life can feed my soul with light and splendid sorrows.
It is the one true bittersweet that fills endless tomorrows.
For though I know I'm living when I feel the love of light.
I truly know I'm living when I taste the bitterest spite.

Silence, a word
It is misunderstood
A lack of information, of feeling
But when I close my eyes
The silence reveals all I could not see
The truth
And untarnished beauty
Dusty moonlight
Leaves me with racing thoughts
Purple and blue
Electric
And my eyes refuse to open.