I’m a lover of words. Words are powerful, words are terrifying, words are life changing.
I’m a lover of words. The beauty of assembling words is an art to the mind and the ear. if not understood, they loose their value ; their beauty fades away.
I’m a lover of words. The beauty of some minds is recognizable by their intricate facility to organize words. The idea they share, the picture they draw, the melody they play, the emotions they convey can shatter ones world.
I’m a lover of words. The choice of words give a glimpse to the owner’s mind. It reveals the “couturier” behind the cut, the engineer behind the monument, the artisan behind the craft, the wizard behind the magic, the leader behind a revolution.
I’m a lover of words. But I’m no leader, no magician, no craftsman, no engineer, no designer/tailor, no poet, no writer. But still I’m a lover of words; the other type of lover.
I’m a lover of words. In this area, I’m a bottom, a submissive, a voyeur, a spectator, an auditor, a consumer, a receiver. I’m a lover of words.
I’m a lover of words. Words assembly isn’t my forte (as you can see). I’m a basic user of words, and secretly wish I was a magician, a musician, and an engineer packed in one; ‘cause these are the minds that makes me lost for words