It’s a long story, but here’s the short of it: in a way, words saved my life.
I don’t think there is anything better than that moment when you read a sentence or paragraph or lyric or poem or story or novel and it just makes you want to swear. When something is described so exactly right it is like the author has been rummaging around in your own head, pulling out all the things you never knew how to say.
When people ask about my tattoo, that’s the explanation I give. Or try to give. They usually look at me like I’m crazy. Maybe you have to be a reader or a writer to understand.
Recently, I came across a quote that kind of sums up what I guess I was trying to say. A quote that probably explains my obsession with words, why I can’t live without writing:
“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald.