Gone Fishin'

 

To try and catch all the words that scatter themselves through my head is next to impossible. They float and bump up against one another, flip their wordy tails as they swim by, diving into the waving algae to hide from me. So I will just let them play their games for tonight. In the morning they may want to show off by lining up in a poem or story. But they may stay hiding in the 

little castle nestled in the algae.

“I have hated words and I have loved them, 

and I hope I have made them right.”

~ Markus Zusak, The Book Thief