ideas visions dreams words
float through me around me in front of me
sometimes transient and fleeting
a breeze carrying the sweet scent of cookies baking or smoke from a grill
lovely and savory
short lived and delicious
sometimes they rain down on me possess me
drench me
soak into my skin
all that i can see all that i can smell all that i can taste
overrun me overtake me
fill me up
i shout from my soul into an empty room
and the words fall back down onto me
tangled in my hair
dropped on my shoulders on my lap
caught in the cuff of my jeans
and i carry them with me on me in me
dropping syllables peeling off as I walk through my day
parts of me
parts of my soul
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