My Words.

Words.

Every day is the same. The same people, the same hallways, the same streets, the same schedule. But, every day, new words flow into my ears. Each one with their own, unique pattern, texture and smell. My friend, Cora's name is teal and a velvety purple. Her name smells of lavender and feels scaly and soft. The word fire is a deep red and a pure white. It feels like smooth paper with crunchy sprinkles of wood. I hear these words and touch them. I taste these words and smell them. I suck the deepest inspiration out of these words. I mix words into a soup and I twist them together, making new and even more layered words. Words have forms, some forms you can mold, and some are rock solid. 

Words are all around us. It all depends on whether you see these words. I don't see them, but I sense them. They linger all around you, in the air, and in your hair. Words are like sand, everywhere. Unable to get rid of. They are all here. Tickling your nose, and tapping your toes. Brushing your hair, and bouncing on your fingertips. Words are like colorful winds all over the room and in the rain. In the snow, in the clouds. Everywhere. 

You can't just see words, you can hear them. They are very quiet, and you have to strain your ears just to hear their special sounds. I can hear a lot of words. For example, the word stripe had a smooth, splotchy sound. It sounds as if someone is painting a metal board. Swish, swish. Like  creamy ice cream.  The word progress sounds like a rubber ball bouncing, or a balloon letting out all of its air. Whoosh, Whoosh.

I have my own words. Everyone does. They aren't made up words, but they are carved out to be your own. Carved out with your mind. Your mind is so powerful, it can carve out a stone word. Think about that.

Words can decide where they want to be. Some words want to be in a city, chalked full with other words, or they can be in a barren field, with only a few other words lingering around them. Words can influence a place. They can change a personality or a mood. Words can light up a room, or they can darken it, and make everyone feel how that word is shaped. 

When I feel a word, I let it touch my fingertips. I let it brush my nose. I let it scurry up my arms, and I let it sit on my shoulder. Words let me be who I am, they let me embrace my personality, they make me me. My words can help me up, they can put me down, and they can support me, no matter where I am. I love my words that help me fall asleep at night. My words that well help me solve the most difficult equations in my life.