Word Sex

by Emma

As I lazily scroll through the reader and find inspiration and share passion with fellow writers, I simply find myself enlightened and hopelessly in awe of the raw tranquillity of the words.

Word sex.

There is a deep and emotional satisfaction from creating a script. Whether this is poetry, opinion, fiction or written cognition. It is a personal experience and journey which erupts with pure ecstatic elation.

It is a hobby. A reasoning. A therapy. A vocation. Yet it begins and ends with true emotional purity. It belongs to each of us. It becomes us.

We devour it. Succumb to it. Taste it and feel it. It moulds us and we become fixated. Obsessed.

So whilst we continue to write…to think…to conceptualise..  we also continue our written arousal and reap the raw satisfaction again and again.

It is why we do it. Right?

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…