I’m surrounded by words.
They float above me.
I pluck them gingerly from my heart, soul, mind and body.
If they escape before I can clutch them to my heart, I grieve like a lost child.
Sometimes they envelop me in softness and light.
Other times they are suffocating and render me unable to function.
I lose myself in them. Time speeds up, slows; diminishes.
I extend every part of my psyche to capture them and pound away at my keyboard till my fingers are bloody.
Words keep me alive.
Yet there are parts of me that die after I’ve written.
Whatever the subject was has escaped, and been given a life of its own.
By making its way out of my body, it helps me move on.
Or to become completely lost.
Words are everything and nothing.
All at the same time.
I’ve been asked if they ever stop.
No. They don’t.
It makes a brain crazy sometimes.
I become exhausted by their motion and their weight on my heart and my mind.
I pray they never stop.
I want my reader to feel the way I did when I wrote them.
I pray that they help me find peace, enlightenment and tranquility.
For if they do that for me, imagine what they will do for my reader….
~You surround me like a circle~