Words all around, swimming in my sleep, walking with me on the roads, I see them on my platter while I eat, they form a distorted image while I read, while I dream- colours are words, people are words, impressions are words….oh the entire dream is a big word. Phew! So many at one time, a battalion shooting bullets- most of them hit me, many I dodge (terribly brutal they’re, I say.) Now, c’mon, I agree there is love for words I harbour, but this is an overkill.
Darn! Knock on the head-Eat-drink-sleep words and I don’t mind Coca-Cola while I'm on this word-bulous ride…