There is a fire that burns in my soul. This fire is created by millions of flames that are never extinguished. These flames are words. They fuel the fire, always keeping the embers of my mind alive and aware. Each time I write something that spills from my soul in a red and orange glow, I am enlivened.
Words burn inside me, consuming every part of me. They are inextinguishable. They renew me with every new burst of light. Words are filled with a power that is humbling.
Each day that goes by gives me another opportunity to create something new, to express myself in a way that only I can. A friend once told me, make each word count. Each one must have a purpose, always leading the reader to a goal, an understanding and a revelation. He said I should not recycle any word that does not add a new dimension to what I write.
I try to remember this as I write. I chant it. And I try to live it–I let the fire in words consume the page. I can only hope with each thought that I succeed.
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