I am in love with speech, and expression unchained, unfettered— though I may stay silent for years, listening but never speaking, lips pressed tight, letting no flat tone escape my mouth.
Yet I know my heart, my soul will never lie to me.
I am in love with freedom—with pouring out thoughts, with words, with grammar, with emotion, and with lively, lilting cadence, fluent and fervent in debate and speech.
All I want is to say all that needs saying. All I want is to talk unbound by external rules— nothing more.
But truly, I must confess: I love speech because I love freedom; I love freedom for what it carries— that innate right granted with our first breath.