Words, words

This morning words decided to bleed out of me.

I have been harbouring those fugitives for an eternity in various nooks of my unbecoming being.

Would you believe it?..the words had thoughts of their own!...

.. which they whispered to me while setting themselves free..

Not all their thoughts, for sure?

After all, it'd been an eternity, welling up.

Now that they have left,

they have left me fuller, emptier.

They have left me

and gone on to float with the winds,

meet the clouds and drench other thoughts with the raindrops.

They have gone on to take root

in your being.

Let them.

Let them make merry with your fugitives.

Let them silence... silence.

Come, let's speak.