in secret
i read out loud
words’ forms and shapes
others’ words
or my own;
it matters not.
in secret
i taste, enunciate,
chisel;
cherish language
for what it is…
words
for what they are…
paint pictures, wondering
if the stranger saw
the same, writing.
in secret
i laugh and cry;
or stare, blankly
turn away in disgust
or simply enjoy.
in secret
i am an addict.
words are my drugs
and i live through them.
Another Wandering Soul 
pieces about the process i definitely enjoy. i also understand the addiction to words also.
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