Jazrak

I am simply in love with words, no other way to put it. My one love affair, my addiction, or ritual, even guidance, and devotion are to words. You may love a pet, spouse, or some god above… Me? No. I love words, for everything they are, what they offer, the gift of speech, spoken or written, the idea of common used sounds to express our love.

But we hurt the ones we love, we betray, abandon, and forsake. I can’t spell, or form a sentence to save my life. I butcher every chance I get to use my one loved passion, the same way you go to church on Sunday, then screw your mistress Monday night, I fragment sentences, and never get my ‘there's’ right.

- Michael Sanders