Poetry and writing are more than just putting words to paper.
They flow from my heart.
My soul.
From deep within.
For me it's not just a passion, but my entire existence.
The greats that came before me, oh how they have been etched into every fiber of my being.
Their words, their works, & the movement they started for us all, it's the very reason I strive to express myself.
Words have become my master and I a willing slave to them.
They mold me.
They break me.
Yet they make me whole all at the same time.
I will never be able to convey how much words mean to me.
I hope to be able to move others with my work, just as my work has moved me.
I'm feeling rather passionate tonight about writing. It has always meant so much to me and I will never be able to express just how much. It will always be a part of me and I hope that I will always be able to convey the passion I have in every stroke of a pen or every tap from my computer keyboard.
Words are meant to be beautiful and are meant to move. Never to hurt, destroy, nor tear anyone down.
Maybe I'm a dreamer, but is being a dreamer really all that bad?