Searching my mind for the perfect word that for a whole year i could hold dear. It does not come, not just one, but, many. More words than i have ever thought of before. Which one is my 2012 word? I will go into the new year once more with no word. A conclusion of a substitution of words not a one will have to do.  An abounding overflow of letters and sounds will be my cup of tea.  The words that come, through me to flow, will speak to my heart soft and low.