Pieces Of My Heart

Words

Someone once asked me why I write and I told them it was because I wanted to be immortal. They did not get it. They screwed up their face and rolled their eyes and called me crazy. But writers are immortal. The human body is made up of blood and bones and such but that is not what I am. I am all the words that I have ever read and even more of the ones that I write. I am all the words that I'm writing, all the words that I'm going to right and even more of the ones I am to read. I am all the song lyrics that I know by heart. I am all the words I love, the ones I cherish and the ones that I detest  and all the ones that are on the tip of my tongue and all the ones i am yet to learn. That is all of me. So tell me if I put down all of that how can I ever die?