i used to pride myself on my writing and lately the words that used to come so easily to me, have gone into hiding. i think they might even be in the witness protection plan, as that's how hard they've been to find.
a beautiful baby needs no words
neither do blossoms
i have to admit that on this day, i used many words. their english was broken, but they were happy and trying so hard to take photos. i walked over and asked if i could help. i think they said they were engaged. they handed me their camera. i showed them how to stand and where to put their hands.
thank you. thank you. thank you.
two words that mean so much in any language.
seagull feathers everywhere in the sand don't need any words
neither do squirrels that make me laugh
the good thing about words is that i know they'll come back. that they haven't left me completely.
that even if i don't work hard to win back their good graces, they'll show up.
ready or not.
words are funny. words are everything.
so if by chance you see any of my words running wild, lacking their leashes, stop them and check their tags. if you see "belongs to beth" please send them home.
i'm starting to miss them.