I want to be the words that flow from your mouth

and the unused syllables that run under the skin of those
who say much about me
but little to me;

I want to be the vibrations that flow through the blood
of a warrior who lost the one that they loved or the prince
who found his Cinderella through a starry eyed beggar;

you see,

I want to be every word that wasn't even thought about
and every sentence that was paraphrased or reworded time and time again.

I want to be things that aren't things until they come alive.
because what about those thoughts? huh?
where do the thoughts which were never unsought go?