I am in love with words. We have been reduced to words. To descriptions of our day, To small talk, To simple exchanges, To hellos and good-byes.
I am in love with words. I read them over, And over, And over again. I move them around, Pinning fragments together, Forming sentences, Paragraphs, Novels. I am like a kindergartener, Building a collage of words.
I am in love with words, At night the spaces between letters blur, And form lines. They paint pictures.
I am in love with words. I hold them close to me as I sleep, And I dream of tomorrow.