I want to master the art of words.
I want to make you feel. To think deep thoughts, to dream grand dreams, to smile and laugh and cry all at once. Such is the power of words. They can touch your heart, if only for a moment.
They take you places. Places where you've never been before--places you've never dreamed of before. They tell you of things that might happen today, tomorrow, or only in your wildest dreams. They are the doorway to the lands beyond imagining.
Words can heal your heart or break it. They can make you laugh, or make you cry. They can be twisted, turned, pulled, bent out of shape, and misused. They can be honest or misleading, sharp or sweet. Your words are not always who you are. They are a cover-up for your flaws and for your fears.
Words are beautiful. Powerful. Terrible. Words are foundations and weapons, the solid bricks and the sharpened steel of our world. Without them, there would be no tomorrows worth having. Without them, today would not shine nearly as brightly as it does now. For the masters of words, there are no limits.
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