Hello my Lover. You have always been the one for me.
You remain the one I can bare my soul too. Without you my spirit would be a hollow shell of who I am.
Words, you have a way about you that I take great solace in.
Beautiful Words, with you I find the answers to the questions that keep me on a quest as I wander through this life. My love affair with you has never left me feeling betrayed or abandoned. You are there when the sun rises, and when the sun sets.
Dear Words, together we have seen pain, we have seen peace. With you I can shed my armor and scream out loud, with you I find meaning in what otherwise leaves me baffled. You give me the illusion of control when I write, giving me a place to rest my vivid and often wicked imagination.
Dear Words, we make a great team, we have a unique love story that is ours for eternity. Writing can feel like an isolating, individual act—yet with you, my computer or pad of paper it really is a social way for me to respond to people and the world around me.
Dear Words, when I connect with you I do so because I want or need to create a platform to receive my thoughts and ideas. A place where I can reflect and archive.
Dear Words, you surely know me well enough by now to know that this process of putting ideas into words and then arranging them so someone else might see, create, and explore new connections to life has become not only my creative outlet, but it’s become my way of life. You have become my catharsis.
Dear Words, I write because it reveals my personal choice’s and habit’s of my mind, my ability to connect and mold ideas.
Dear Words, you, me, I write because I cannot.