When you see me, think of words.
A swaying mass of swirling rainbow words in tangible girl shape. I’ve become indistinguishable from the resonances in my mind.
I am my words. Words are me. They make me, just as I make them. That’s my space in this world!
Words to wonder.
Words to heal.
Words to lay down and cry.
Words to comfort.
Words to whisper.
Words: the most precious of them all.
Words = Rads! 🙂