Other people's words light fires in my soul. I wish I had my own sometimes, words that would flow out of me, like a giggling stream. Or a stream of giggling.
I think poetical thoughts in my head, clever phrases dressed up like a princess. But they don't make it outside my brain.
They get trapped there, stuck in my head like something too large to fit down a drain. They swirl and flirt, dancing in their pretty pink dresses in the dirty water of my mind.
Never going down. Never finishing up. I can't shut them up, and I can't wash them away.
Dirty, unwashed thoughts inside my dirty, unwashed brain.