It's the logomaniac in me! It's the verbal judo of it all...
The eclectic way words are born of my Broca and dance the tango through my neural pathways toward my Wernicke that excite me in ways only the dance of love can.
A simple lifelong lust to acquire the ability to use my words to inspire has proven cathartic. Words are powerful!
Words are not as cheap as the price some place upon them and for me they are all we have as a means of truth... our truth! Stained with unconscious bias, subjectiveness and the plethora of ways our words can be misinterpreted. It pays to be mindful in the construction of words into sentences and their distribution. For if you listen carefully, you can really learn alot about the dispenser and decipher the hidden message in all that is unsaid...
To be able to articulate myself in a manner that accurately reflects my own personal expression is a beautiful artform. Captivating my audience with my well developed arsenal, equipped and ready to administer at a moments notice. Lining up my internal cross hairs and firing rounds of nouns, verbs, adjectives and adverbs. Unloading my chamber and waiting patiently for a response.
Extracting words like a library deposit from my brain, audibly rolling them across my tongue, scratching paper and clacking keyboards all with the intention of enlightening minds to a more adaptable way of communication.
It is one thing to hear or see words, but to understand their intent and comprehend the depth in which they were delivered is an ever increasing challenge in a world where words are just paid lip service as a means to manipulate, control and divide. The global matrix in modern society has devalued words with over saturation and meaningless intent. Delivered to evoke emotion, insight reaction and persuasively align an unsuspecting audience to their covert agenda.
I write because we are all in control of our own narrative...
I write as means of self expression...
Simply put, I write because I can!