A Living Art
An expression.
A dance of words and emotions.
The diction, vocabulary, style
All flow from the tongue, and it makes you feel.
A well chosen word.
Words paint a picture in your mind.
Same words seen by different people will create different images
Each as unique as the individual.
A living art.
I am in awe of the power of writing.
I can incite, aid, comfort, and even cause damage.
This living art is a dying one.
It won't pay, it's not fun, and it requires too much brain power.
Writing is not chosen.
It chooses you. It is a calling.
A living art.
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