the words.

sometimes, my mind is an empty box, lying on a street corner.
                  a blank page, cold to touch.
                  silent, standing in the middle of a deserted road
                  in the middle of a clear night.

sometimes, the words are screaming inside my head.
                  smashing mirrors, slamming doors.
                  images, emotions flickering on
                  peripheral projector screens.
                  the words cannot escape, as internally
                  i burst into flames.

sometimes, a tiny beginning, a little phrase
                  will trickle down my arm.
                  a spring at the peak of a mountain.
                  the words will make my fingers move
                  my arm to dance, whilst flowing ink
                  prods the dam to break.

sometimes, each letter will fall in a single tear, a drop of blood.
                  a soundless embrace, a subtle nod,
                  a secret kiss. the words leave the talking
                  to the heart instead.

sometimes, the words aren't enough.

but occassionally, the words are just enough
                            to make you laugh.
                            help you love.
                            and let you live.

                            if you're lucky.