Words are too

solid

concrete

hard

to encompass

my feelings.

Feelings are

flexible

fluid

liquid

airy

They

run and run and run

like a river

going into a bay

into an ocean

until

One feeling hits another and another

and they all collide-

a big murky mess

And finally when

that mess is untangled

and

feelings flow freely into one another,

they form a thought.

a thought that moves with the waves

a thought that mimics time

a thought that grows with every single heartbeat

And in the instant when that thought encompasses

every fiber

every nerve

every muscle

of the body

and it can no longer be contained,

it daringly escapes

through the pathways of the mind

and becomes a

word.