Identification:

A wanderer between fandomes. English is not my primary language.

"When words become all that we have, those can be used as weapons; to destroy, those too able to feed the hunger; of starving minds, those as well may nurture the soul; tampering alienation.

There're choices of means, the words we make; to ourselves and to other. Fall unto which side are we? When to dwell in ones mind is rather trechereous journey, while to seek into anothers may as well not so different matters.

When it becomes nonsense, or possibility if naught, when it is circling.

Never stop.

To write, read, hear, seek, eat, swallow, listen, consume, gorge, a whole lot another; words."