There’s a fire to feed, and only words will quench its thirst. The fire’s in us all; it burns at the pit of our souls – longing to play with the wonderful puzzle of a good poem. This is where my light shines bright. I find words in everything, and I breathe life into them. Even ...
There’s a fire to feed, and only words will quench its thirst. The fire’s in us all; it burns at the pit of our souls – longing to play with the wonderful puzzle of a good poem. This is where my light shines bright. I find words in everything, and I breathe life into them. Even the dirt has words: words that have fallen onto it, words that have been carved into it, words that have been swept away with the autumn wind. We all have a duty to mankind: mine is to walk the shores of the spirit and collect the lost words that must be fashioned into poetry.
I’m passionate about playing with words – it seems to be the best form of therapy! I also love reading interesting writing and getting to know the mastermind behind the art. Enjoyment of the endorphin rush after a good run is as important to my well-being as are the physical benefits. If I can’t reuse it, I’ll reinvent it. Listening to great music is my escape. I don’t know how to tell the short version of anything or how to love in partial form. Loyalty is my strongest virtue (or largest fault, depending on the measure of judgment used). And I need to be around people who sincerely care about me; breathing has no meaning to me without them.