Living Words
They say a picture can tell you a thousand words, but for me, a picture is a picture and
nothing more. I use my words just as much as an art as say an artist and his paintings.
Just as an artist conveys his emotions through his work of art, I do so through my words.
Every stroke of a pen or pencil is like a stroke of a paint brush. With each stroke of
either utensils brings forth a painters or writers deepest and strongest emotions.
Even if I only believe a picture is only a picture, I still cannot quite fathom the
amazing artistic ability that lies within some artists.
Just as an artist would almost feel as nothing if he had not his art, the same would be
true for me if I had not my words. My words are my life and without them you may as well
cast me into the deepest and darkest void and seal my lips shut as so I could not call out
for help.
And so as my words are my life, I breathe through them, and for as long as my words remain
in this world, so shall I.
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