My love for words runs strong and deep but every now and then I trip over them, hunting for the perfect tone or flow or trying to ensure the context and usage is flawless.
My love for words makes me over think them, causing me to get confused about the message I’m sending or doubt if the message that I’m sending is confusing in itself.
My love of words is a beautiful pain to absorb. One that teaches me new lessons every day but can bite when I don’t properly send them with love and honesty.
I pray that one day my love for words heals and encourages, even through their untraditional and at times chaotic form because I know that is why I was placed on this earth…
To use my love of words to orchestrate a movement that my voice and mouth may not be able to achieve. Words that could speak louder and wider than my voice could ever reach.
The Chronicles of DNC 