A Way With Words

As a child I use to rummage through my granny's book collection. I was amazed as I leafed through the many pages. All of the words put together so perfectly in a book for the world to see. A book has so much travel life. You don't even have to leave your house and you can go anywhere in the world just by opening a book. My granny always had a pen or a book in her hands. Now as an adult, I'm the same as my granny. It's in my blood or my DNA I guess. I don't know exactly how I acquired this this talent, but it seeps from my soul and oozes out of my skin. I can't sleep because I want to write. I can't concentrate on everyday tasks at times because I want to write. My heart is surrounded by words. My brain is full of phrases. My tongue spits rhymes. I don't know why, but I'm grateful for words. Big words, little words, short words. Words, sentences, phrases, stanzas, paragraphs. Where would I be without writing? Probably in a mental institution or a psych ward. Thank you Lord for words. I write to eat, sleep, breathe, cry, laugh, smile. Every emotion has a word. Every action has a reaction that can be put into words. My whole world is encompassed by words. Am I obsessed? Yes, with writing. Am I overzealous? Yes, about words. Am I committed? Yes, to many phrases. I am passionate and in love with words. Words are my first mind and I love them. If I could marry a dictionary I would. I'm in love with writing and writing is in love with me.

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