In the realm of language, I find my home,
Where words are whispers, and thoughts are thrown.
A sucker for syntax, a slave to the sound,
I crave deep conversations, where meaning is found.

In the ocean of ideas, I swim and I dive,
To explore the extraordinary, and reach the other side.
I yearn to see beyond the veil of the mundane,
To unravel the mysteries, and taste the ambrosia of the brain.

Vent to me, dear heart, and let your words flow,
For in your voice, I find solace, and...