Ananda

I love words. I love how they taste in my mouth, how they echo through the air.
I love onomatopoeia; words that sound the way they sound. They’re the most satisfying words to say aloud. Words that pinch the tongue as you speak them. Bubbly words that get stuck in your throat.

Words that squish under your fingertips, that elegantly make their way out of the mouth.
Words that desperately try to escape the chasm that is your mouth and hiccup into reality.
Words that sizzle, words that clap. Crusty words that make you clench your fists.
Words that drip from your soul and onto the page. ♦