I think in full sentences and phrases, as if I were reading from the pages of my life. The stream of consciousness that is my life is punctuated with exclamation points, question marks, and periods. Sometimes the prose in my mind is giddy and joyful. I’m a school girl filled with glee. It might be the new roses budding or just that my belly is full of hummus and happiness. Sometimes the words are dripping with sadness, a grief that permeates to the tips of my toes. It is the loss of what was known. The sadness that comes with missing. Words are hot with anger and those words sink their teeth deeply. They are filled with hurt, pain. Someone else’s words sting. A lack of order in the chaos prickles. Words that describe the confusion are just strings -A disbelief that comes with waking and continues through the making of beds and washing of dishes. Some words are calm, gentle. They illustrate a satiety which comes as close as I can get to stillness in my mind. The pages of my life are fantasy, history, action/adventure, romance, and comedy. I add to it daily. With each new chapter, excitement for the next builds. It’s a real page turner.