I've been drowning myself in so much words lately. Maybe to escape the fact that I need to create words, myself. 


But it's so easy to get yourself lost in a sea of words. 

Hundreds and thousands of words that never seem to end.

And you're drifting -- just  drifting until a crest of wave washes over you.

                  One

           after

     another.

Repeatedly, 

but never quite the same.

Some violent,

others, calm. 

Some cold,

others, warm.

You welcome them all

and let yourself drown some more.