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Words & Other Things I Love

Ever since I was a small child, it had been my dream to read.
And when I learned to write, I made each letter perfect.

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I loved the sound of certain words.
As much as I loved the sound of tap shoes on a tiled floor.
Or a horse's hooves on a cobbled stone road.
The opening chords to my favorite songs.

The smell of rain on an autumn day.
The way the first lick of an ice cream cone tastes.

My journal is filled with poetry.
Thoughts, emotions, lists,
letters, unfinished chapters & journal entries.
I like snowglobes and old cameras.
And the colors of autumn, burning bright and rustic.

I love going out shopping for Christmas presents and groceries the same.
I love falling in love with a book for it's cover or it's name.
I love listening to music.
Taking tips from the various writing styles.
I love dreaming with my eyes open.

And reading about my favorite poets and singers.

I love drinking in their lives and words.

My favorite word is "ambrosia"
And I love the way it tastes on my lips.
It makes me thinks of cherry blossom trees.
And I love the pink color of those petals.
Light and pale as a girl's blushing cheeks.

I love the smell of coffee.
And different kinds of coffee mugs.
Even though the thought of drinking coffee kind of makes me feel old.
I love staring at pasteries through the glass of bakery shops.
My mouth watering at all the sugary snacks.
My sweet tooth wanting my to try every one.

I love words, describing feelings perfectly.
Down to the finest detail of the moment.
It's why being a writer was the perfect choice of a career.
No one to tell me what to do.
Everything is up for me to choose.
I love writing poetry.
The stories I can tell.
I love describing things that I love.
I love being in love.

I am a romantic.
In love with life, itself.
Seashells, dreams, stars, madness.
The sea, the shore, the city, magic.
I love dreaming, in the day or by night.
I love falling in love with something new, every time.
When I open my eyes, when I hear a new song.
When I hear a new word, when I read a new book.

I love finding new ways for me to explain how I feel.
To describe my emotions, feelings, my day and my life.
I wish I could experience life the way they do in the movies.
I wish that I was so different, so damaged and broken.

But I don't like to think of those things.
The bad things, the heartache, the depression, the bad dreams.
Instead I like thinking of the things I can do.
Like fall in love with songs, music, words and life.

Like sitting with a notebook and pen makes me feel so urban and new.
Like walking in a peacoat and my black boots makes me feel so mature.
An adult awoke in my life, anew.

Ever since I was a small child, it had been my dream to read.
And when I learned to write, I made each letter perfect.

And with each stroke of my pencil turned pen.
A new person was born, someone whom loved contriving stories with those words.

Words became poems.
Poems became prose.
Prose became stories.

And the stories, they made me into me.

It started when I was young, five years old learning to read.
And they made me the person I am today, a writer and a poet.

Words, my love of words, it did this to me.
It nurtured me, changed me and made me grow.

And with my words, came my descriptions of various things.
And my romantic nature bloomed and my spirit was set free.

And now here I am.

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