It always seems like blogging is a breeze,

And I've wondered, what's that gushing force behind the flow of thoughts?

Something that keeps the ideas thrusting forth and jostling each other out.

It seems enchanting, mesmerizing to see words intertwining onto a page.

Like life bursting from a single tiny seed- a thought,

Into a word, a motion, an action.

Discovering an orchid in the cracks of asphalt.

Exotic, yet delicate.

Words breathe life.

They slice through clean,

And mend it back.

Words laugh,

They prance about, unrestrained,

In that distance between two people.

Leaving themselves to be interpreted the way they will be.

Words are the spark that ignites the fire.

Tongue.

Slippery pink organ.

Tastes,

Licks,

Kisses,

Chatters,

Encourages,

Kills.

Tongue;

"Tiny yet lethal."

Words.

"Insignificant yet brutal."

The absolute wonders of speech.