Articulacy

     I exist in the breath of humanity, building castles with words, creating vast empires of stories, and imagining impossibilities.  

 

     I dwell in a place where creativity has no color, no religion, only boundless thoughts of absurdities to explore.

 

     I strive to be the embodiment of all things peculiar and extraordinary.

 

      Imagination is the facilitator of my originality, and it constantly coerces my mind to create.

 

      Time is my enemy, and words are my loyal ally.

 

      I accept my impulsive scribbles shall forever be judged by those who seek to be entertained.

 

      And nor shall I plea for clemency or absolution for what I have written or for what I have said, I ask only for your tolerance.

 

      The chronicles of my stories, ideas, and yarns I have amassed simply serve as the epitaph of my existence.

 

      And when my time is done, on my stone, the truth and sincerity of my life shall be carved for all to see:

                             

                             Explorer of Expressive Sovereignty

He was lost, but a chorus of words saved his soul. He was the dreamer, who resided in the Fortress of Imagination.

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