If you were to ask me when I fell in love with words, I would tell you I don’t know.
I would tell you that I fell in love with language and accents first. I fell in love with storytelling before I ever wrote a story down. I believe it is with that particular proclivity, that made room to love words.
From that, yields the roux for creativity.
Some use color to paint the world. My color has syllables.
I Breathe Fire 