Colossally in love.
Immensely at a loss.
Tremendously corrupt.
Musically bought.
This relationship with words is
never-ending, always locked.
Pulsating, vibrating, navigating
my deepest crevices and inner thoughts.
They spring like coils so unexpectedly
And make me pause… string them together…
In a manner that excites my deepest intimacy, I accidentally
(or willingly?) fell in love with words.
Words that make something beautiful in the form of a poem, a
sentence, a thought, a quote, a paper, a sarcastic comment meant to rile you up.
Words, palabras, I am colossally in love with you. I am
immensely at a loss, to let you know how much you make me want to be
tremendously corrupt. Because no matter what I’m doing, who I’m with, where I’m
going or where I’m not; WORDS, you’re spell is so great, so grandiose, so
unique, so enticing and so supreme, every time that you appear, I cannot help
myself, I am HOOKED on what you give me, and hopelessly, shamelessly,
decadently, musically bought.