2. Words keep flying through my mind
faster than I can get them on the pages
and they don't always mean a thing to me
until they are sitting in front of me
in bold faced type
and then I get that "a-ha" moment
and everything is clear
(or clearer than it was).
Words wrap me in a blanket of comfort
because they have meaning at least.
I know that when I put those words down
they will eventually be logical.
I know that when the words get on the pages
they will identify something.
I know that when I put the words on the pages
they can either sit there and just be a brief reflection of time
or I can turn them into something
fabulous
amazing
worthwhile.
Words are my lifeline
to a more sane reality
than the one that I live in every day.
Words are friends that are always there when I need them.
Always.
In the middle of the night,
while I'm having a fight,
when nothing else makes sense.
The words are always there
and they never tell me they are too busy
or that they have to be somewhere.
Words don't get mad if I haven't called them since Christmas
and they understand that sometimes I'm not going to call.
And they are ok with that.