
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been in love with words.
I love the way they materialize in my head; painting pictures of my hopes, my dreams, and my desires.
I love the way they swirl around in my mouth to develop the desired consistency, form, and substance.
I love the way they taste on my tongue; adding flavor to any conversation with which they happen to mix and mingle.
I love the way they list and lilt, rise and fall, bounce and echo.
I love the way they express, explain, and expel.
I love the way they call and respond.
I love the way they inspire and motivate.
I love the way the disarm and diffuse.
I can speak a word over my life and it will be established.
I can speak life into situations that have lain dormant and they will awaken and thrive.
I can speak to the barely flickering light of a long lost passion and it will reignite.
I can do all these things with words.
Words are my passion, and my passion has been reignited.
