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.
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 8:53 PM UTC
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.
