Let this be a warning to everyone. Be careful what you play with. Be careful where you go inside yourself. They wait there. Inscrutable. Immutable. Coherent and fluid. The Words you play with. Taking on a life of their own, consuming you, creating you. Destroying you. Flowing from your finger tips, your lips. Dancing across your keyboard. Lancing into your brain. They bifurcate into shapes singular. And metamorphosize into what they’ve always been. Tonight the Words have grabbed me. Taken me. Made me their own. There is something moving in me, growing in me. The Words. Flowing from my Soul.