I love words
Communication is a beautiful gift of humanity – a way to share ourselves, to form connections, and thus community. Words, verbal and not are a fine tool, refined into vast varieties, diverse as the ideas they convey.
I hate words
Insufficient, incomplete. A thousand poems can never do justice to a sunset. Their connections are imperfect, clumsy attempts by bumbling novices towards an unknown goal.
Stuck in termoil
No other options. I must converse, I must convey…something. It is time! Hesitation produces no masterwork! Vanity will only restrict what is already finite!