Words are only words until one makes them have meaning-- Life is just a life until one finds their meaning. Mine is built with wondrous words that decorate my being and capture my soul into a world of letters. Letters that drip from my skin of imperfections and letters that spew out of my mouth when I've had enough. Life starts with gibber and expands to color. Color of the world - color of my life. The color that captures us all wherever we look, listen, and turn to. Words. -- The reason I write is to feel my hand carve each letter into its form in order to create something beautiful. Words in life are beautiful, and so is my meaning.