The Whispers of a Thousand Words

lets delve into the pychological... I do not create words, they create me, in fact, they often consume me I live and breathe metaphor, and simile they reflect my bliss, my reverance, my remorse, they mirror me, my pesona, my deepest emmotions, when strung together words become juggernauts and can overtake me... words are unstoppable anguish can be dictated by a mere verse, the glory of love personified in a prose, each line another brick in the structure, the foundation of humanity that need to be heard, that burning desire to live on, even if not in the flesh, a desperation to not be forgotten, proclaiming; "i was","i am", "i will be forever", "i too laughed, and cried, just as you do" words are monumental they eclipse the span of mortal life, the human clock, the deadly countdown to our end... words can overtake me words are unstoppable