tacklethebear

There is an uncountable number of words in my head, in my body, in my soul.  Like snakes they slither through my veins and arteries, squeezing through the capillaries and into my flesh.  They provide me with substance, sustenance, they are what I live on, more important to my sanity than any food or water or company. Words are what I breathe.  In and out, caught behind my teeth and lips when I remain silent but forever present in my mouth, my tongue constantly making their shapes.  Little ghosts living in my lungs. Words settle like bricks in my bones.  Heavy weights pulling me back down to earth, keeping me grounded at the price of fligh