AddictEsc.

This is my story. My world. A place where only I can do as I please.
The words I weave spread infinitely, creeping into your mind.
Little by little, my words, my sentences, seep into your world.

Stories are infinite. Stories are bittersweet.
They embrace you, tightly and tenderly.

Sometimes, they caress you gently.
Sometimes, they shake you violently.
And yet, that too is something to be cherished.

That is language.

What language do you speak?
Either way, I want to know your story.
How precious is your language to you?

I’ll be waiting.