I love words.. I love to read them and put them on a page. I can get lost in a book, blogs, articles, or even a sea of memes that have inspirational shit on them. Doesn’t matter..

I started writing more because even when there are no words.. there is still so much to think.. still so much to say. Even in silence.. The words hit a page and they become alive.. alive with deeper meaning than words you can even say allowed that have never been written. Seeing them instead of hearing them resignates deeper. Although I read them allowed and then I feel them.. I say them in my head to see them… I love words..

They make me feel..think..breath….

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