In a strange. But beautiful world.

I fortify myself. With the written word. By recording. What I believe. It’s so important. To remind myself. Because I am so many things. I play many roles. I am in a constant state of flux. Renewed. Daily. Never static. On the move.  Creative. With the pulse beat of a god. I am in love. With meaningful words. Little wonder. That I’ve become a writer. Addicted to words. To language. A way.  To become known.  To connect. With others.  I am alone. In so many ways. But still. I am compelled. To reach out. To seek love. In a strange. But beautiful world. --Jim Broede