Words

sometimes i let precious words dangle from my mouth, attached by tiny strings made from the same dust that holds the stars into their place in the sky. like these stars, my words hang and glisten magically, barely existing. the daring adjectives and nouns swinging freely back and forth.
yet other times these words stay deep to the back of my throat, trapped by damp skin tissue and soaked in mucus. the sheer embarresment these words would carry if casted outside of my mouth; yet too sour and bitter to swallow down...even with a glass of tap water.

when i am under an alienated influence, these words slide down my tounge and sneak away from my conscious thought, across the stuffy atmosphere that webs its pattern between our existence. at the moment the words hold slurred meaning, until morning when i reasure you it was a true feeling rather than a mere scene from the night before.

it is always a feeling with you, and these words i fuble with at a constant variable. simple and plain, my vocabulary holds an ocean of emotion i only hope for you to wade ankle deep in. my true hope is for you to fall into each word with swift diving motion and float upon their surface, understanding completely my thoughts.