Do we start at the beginning, in the middle or the end?  Does it flow better if there is epic description, a picture drawn with words rather than paint or crayon?  Is it more dynamic with dialogue?  How to begin?

There is no real way to start anything, you usually just pinch your nose and dive in with the hope that you will come out the other end alive and only mildly reeking of failure.  Pessimism is a survival skill.  Never forget.

So many thoughts to get lost in.  So that there is no real track to much of anything.  It is there, we are here, they mesh in some conglomeration to which our brains must strive to see a reasonable expansion of thought that coalesces into something we term sense.

I wished I was a butterfly, floating upon the breeze.  

Light upon a daffodil, filtered down from high trees.

Rhyming couplets, alliteration, diction.  These are words, words that have meaning to someone somewhere, but more for play than anything else.  The sounds, they prick the tongue like fire dances in a barrel.  They are confined until they escape, then they rage into the streets, into homes, high and away, wild and unruly!

So much meaning, and so much nonsense to words.  We don't function without them.  We need them, but we don't communicate. We talk, but do not listen.  We hear, but do not understand.  

The span between thought and word is great.  So very great.  It is a chasm and one or the other is swallowed before it reaches another's brain.  

What is it that makes words so powerful?  They start in the beginning, the middle, the end.  They are false, they are true, they are everything, they are nothing.  Contradiction and chaos and confusion.  

Words hurt, words heal.  Tonality, inflection, words.  One man's joke is another's insult.  Trash to treasure. They burn within us waiting to escape.