Words have been scaring me lately. Maybe it's becaues I have such infrequent contact with them at my current job and time outside of work I've been using for more tactile pursuits (yoga, running). Maybe I've intentionally distanced myself from words, suspecting that I'm inadaqute for them, for their grace and beauty when chosen by more capable craftsman. During my most vulnerable moments, when I've just shut the curtains and turned off the light and tucked myself under an army of blankets, burrowing my head into the dark, they find a way in. I can't see them but I feel them, revving to life in my skull, zipping around and causing a commotion, so loud and so hard to ignore as they shatter the still night.