The Room of Words

by HelluvaGirl

We have a room, you and I. Nothing like incidental hotel rooms I’ve been to, or suffocating little places where I’d never bring visitors.

It’s a room we can enter and use absolutely any words we like.

Have you noticed how many of them we usually avoid in our lives, worried about finishing our sentences and seeming too open, too intimate? Well this room is for those words exactly.

We go there, say things and what is born from our mouths transcends verbal limits as such and sounds more mesmerising than any poetry I’ve ever read, and I have loved quite a selection of poets.