Monday, May 6

the words

The words are there. They tumble around in my head and spew out in random sequences when I find myself alone. They ache at my fingertips and pull in my heart strings. "Please, please let us out!' they cry. "Don't keep us forever caged inside your soul."
Its not that I don't want to. I'd love to open my mouth and have everything come out in nice sentences. A subject, a verb, an adjective or two would form the bones and useless prepositional phrases the meat.
It will be helpful they said.
It will be beautiful they said.
It will be exactly what you need.

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