Words. Many can be spoken, many can be swallowed. They twist and turn, shifting with each tongue that carries them. They are fragile yet unbreakable, fleeting yet eternal. They flow from my soul to my lips, but my teeth intercept them— shaping, softening, sometimes breaking them apart. Yet their essence remains untouched, their life never lost. Words are more than just sounds or ink on a page. They are echoes of thought, pieces of feeling, windows into the unseen corners of the mind. I wield them like brushstrokes on an endless canvas, crafting images, emotions, entire worlds. Some I release into the air, letting them drift. Others I hold back, swallowed by hesitation, kept safe within me until the time is right. But no matter where they land, they always mean something—to me, to someone, to the universe itself.