Only you can translate where you are on your voyage through this varied farce called “life”.
No one else can dictate to you… or should even dare… how to phrase your feelings, your thoughts, your personal moments.
Who is anyone to cause another to feel inept or inferior for wording their experiences as they will?
We are all both audience and poet, consumed by the powerful spell of words and meaning we are bonded in ink.
It takes gumption and courage to give voice to your vision of the world.
It often requires resilience and nerve to open your heart and peel back the layers of skin, and let others take a long look at the inner workings of YOU.
Be brave, take courage, let your soul speak in its very own language.
People will read your words and listen to the sweet whispers and thunderous shouts that flow from pens and keys to release the inner demons and angels and the lyrical vines that bloom and live in our individual landscapes,
fluidly coursing from our own rabbit holes with fortitude and grace and our neverlands, where we need never grow up,
to share with those that need to see and hear and feel and wonder.