Words

Why do I write? I speak, but no one regards. I gesticulate, but no one perceives. I reach out, but no one grasps my hand. But when I write, suddenly all is understood. This is why I write. I wish to impart my life, my memories, my thoughts With someone, So I write. And when I write, I can utilize many words to communicate precisely what I want to anyone and no one can interject or ditch while I'm talking; I don’t have to be present at all. when I write, the words come out just right, instead of in a stuttering and muddled hodgepodge of thoughts. I know what I want to say, I really do. But you have to stay and listen, or you'll never hear my words. But when you won’t, I write. I like to paint impressions With words. There is something about being able to make people see Something just by using the perfect words. Words can capture the perfect moments even better than a camera. The eye sees what others see, but the mind can interpret words as it pleases. A picture in the mind's eye is powerful. As are the words that put it there. Words are remarkable, aren't they? I Love Words. magnificent, palatable, volatile, liberating, words. They can say anything to anyone in any way. They are precious and dangerous. They can wound or regenerate, eradicate or revitalize. To know how to use words Is one of the supreme forces in the world. I love words. This is why I write.