words flow into me
like streams leading into lakes, and lakes leading into oceans, and oceans leading into our planet.
words dig into me
and they bury themselves like worms pushing through the ground to take place in this beautiful thing we call soil.
words cut into me
like those black monsters that crawl the ground with eerie sounds of swish and swash following after them.
words start to breath in me
like the delicate sounds of a hidden robin, who takes shelter above the chaos and shivers, despite not knowing of what was happening, only instinct taking hold of it's mind.
words leave me
i've exhausted the words and now they are gone.
