i am all about words.

i say a lot of them, i think a lot of them, and sometimes they get transferred as ink on a page or fingerprints on a keyboard.

too many words can be painful.
that extra verse of cliches ruining the whole song.
someone just having to fill the silence with small talk.
a head swamped with confused noise late at night.
the mingling of voices, the overlay of gossip and conversation, on the school bus.
saying things you never meant to say to those you love most.
hour-long lectures on coleridge and wordsworth.
the sweet nothings whispered to someone else.
the plot spoilers accidentally spilt by friends.

too few words can be disastrous.
not saying what you mean, feel, think, need, hope, love, hate, desire.
living behind your eyes, locking yourself up in that space inside your head.
never letting someone step in and help you figure yourself out.
another person getting in before you.
dreaming hypothetically.
forgetting the lyrics when you're on stage clutching a microphone.
keeping all your secrets to yourself.
the gems of genius prisoner to your fear.