Read My Mind

I like words.

My mind is filled with them

No pictures,

No numbers,

Only words.

They often tumble from my lips,

A steady stream of consciousness.

Some days it becomes a torrent

A rush of thoughts all trying to escape a stifling room.

Other days the words curl up in the darkest corners of my mind,

Lying in wait.

I scream and the words rain down like a ticker tape parade

Each glittering piece of confetti a new thought sent sky high…

If I had to count my words

I would never reach the end,

An endless rivulet,

Trickling…

I like words.