This is a story about a girl
Who saw people
As words
Strung
Together with
Light
Who was disappointed
When those words were boxed in
Identical
Concrete
Prisons
Who saw stormy words in a smile
And endless words in endless eyes
And fiery words in every breath
Sudden
Passionate
Free
She saw words that burned and danced on
Every
Molecule of
Air
Impossibly bright, but
Impossibly far
So far
She
Could
Not
Feel
Their
Warmth

I see you.
Hiding behind your flesh
Raw and red and utterly human
Hidden
Afraid
I am hidden too.
Looking through glass windows
Reaching out to touch cold panes
And never reaching past them
Because to do so I would have to break them
Reveal so much
Reveal pain
Or maybe beauty
But who can say?
Mixed together in my conflicting, confusing mind
Pain and beauty and lover and passion and anger
In soundproof walls
Would it be too much?
Silence broken, revealing the truth
My truth
I see your truth, partially
But what does it feel like?
Mine is fast and unrelenting. Warm and cold.
Loving,
But lonely.
Will anyone ever know the worlds I create?
The lives
The hearts
The stories
And will I ever know yours?
Because I am stuck inside cold Windows
And though I love it,
I love the sun too.

Words
Scratch in my throat
Burn in my belly
Dance on my nerves
Vibrant
Alive
And so utterly inexpressible by my woefully inadequate and lifeless tongue

You are
Pure
Glittering with light
I want to live inside your heart
And never feel cold
You are
An impossible creature
A soul free and vibrantly alive
And yet
You called me beautiful

These are not words
But an extrication of soul
An intrinsic resistance to extrinsic chaos
Or maybe intrinsic after all
What are words
Synapse to synapse
I am me
I am
I

Erasing myself in glittery sunshine, waking up with bright eyes. Red haired soul sister to share the stars and words that weave and whisper and dance like breeze in the spring blossoms. A perfect day.