Sometimes I think I make up words that do not exist. I will be writing about a thing and smack in the middle of the sentence I will type a word that either does not exist or it does but I have no clue what it means but it just seems to fit in with the rest of its siblings. I fancy words next to a good Irish accent, which is what this one is all about. The words, that is.
This one is about words. Their essence. Their meaning. Their impact and the possibilities they bring. How they swirl and curl, rebuild and repair, antagonize and twist. These words are what i have.I hope you let them stay.