They make abstract things make sense.
They fill tiny places with ink,
or entire rooms with voices.
They flatten between pages
and explode into the right souls.
They don't change, themselves,
but the spaces between them are proof of evolution.
They mean different things to different ears,
in different places, different times.
They're all I have when empty spaces get too big
and I need to tie thoughts and people and fears together.
They let me talk to myself when I can't share secrets,
or when I want to say something I don't agree with.
They let me leave people alone when I have too much to say,
and they help me remember emotion when I feel too little.
I find both identity and anonymity in them
because my sentences are original
but my emotions aren't.