A Living Art

An expression.

A dance of words and emotions.

The diction, vocabulary, style

All flow from the tongue, and it makes you feel.

A well chosen word.

Words paint a picture in your mind.

Same words seen by different people will create different images

Each as unique as the individual.

A living art.

I am in awe of the power of writing.  

I can incite, aid, comfort, and even cause damage.

This living art is a dying one.

It won't pay, it's not fun, and it requires too much brain power.

Writing is not chosen.

It chooses you.  It is a calling.  

A living art.

 

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