Hunting for words, frantically zeroing on syllables to construct a myth.
The creation of words to celebrate existence.
I stand on the mountain hill and admire the sea breeze down.
I breathe as the flow of words penetrate the soul.
I want to sing the lullaby of life.
I feel the mythical experience and the inspiration behind the words.
They say, watch your words.
I let the words flow like a monk seeking a spiritual experience.
The ground is beneath my feet.
I love my free flow of words, seeking an experimental truth toggling with words.
Words are the song of life.
Everyday, I sing a different tune to fulfill my existence.
Who said words fail me?
It never does.
Whoever said that must be a grave aberration.
The power of words are mightier than the sword.
Have you ever thought who invented words?
Let’s play scrabbles on the spirit level.
Have an awesome Friday