The Wordsmith
Some would say I have a way with words, but I think words have their own way. I can use them as a form of play. Not in a way to deceive. I just believe formats & rhyme schemes can be moved around yet still fit perfectly, like a universal puzzle piece. I'm fascinated by them, along with the frequencies and vibrations they bring forth into the world. From distant realms, to our minds, they travel in the same way we speak them into existence, that we might see them with our own eyes. What is existence outside of being a word?