‘All of us live with a certain number of words inside us,’ Kaj told him, time and again. And in Marco’s case the number of words was growing all the time.
If you asked my Mum that about me, she’d say I was born writing a book. I know I do this, I can’t just toss out a couple of words to explain something etc, I have to write a story, she hates it, well not hates, but just thinks I don’t need to do it, that it probably annoys other people, to which I say it’s me, I love words, I like poetry, I like knowing where words come from, etc etc & if someone doesn’t like it, they don’t need to read it.
& all of that ^ really proves my point quite perfectly
