Words

Crashing. Pulsing. Charging. Sometimes they flitter here and there.
Sometimes they slam headlong into one another and blend into
nonsensical syllables. At times, they flow, steady, sure and ringing
true. Other times, they seem to stumble out, uncertain of what effect
they may have upon the ears they land on.Other times, they swirl around
with a vengance, angry, sad, any number of negative emotions running
rampant and wild. They can grow dark and stormy when I am hurt, crying
out and badgering me to use them to lash out in retalitaion.Other
people's words reach them, too, and affect them. They melt into liquid
heat when thoughts of candlelight and feathery touches spring into
existence and ease out languidly with a purr. *Meow!* But for all the
forms the words can take, and all the things they are, all the worlds
they can build up and break down, they are never ever ever gone. The
words will remain long after I have gone, and indeed, they prove above
all, that I once WAS.