A wise man once told, nothing.
I listened to his silence.
Then the same man told, "write what you feel."
Writing has always brought me comfort, the way that sunlight brings warmth. Being in the alchemy of words writing started in order to get lost, and to be found again. Journey has never been a straight line, but what if one doesn't know where he/she is going, how can he/she be lost? Seeking peace through the ink, I walk the path that I am on, a journey through time embracing the balance to conquer hope, fear and dreams, even if sometimes it lead to nowhere. But still that nowhere has been my home.When nothing seems to make sense, writing emerge as a freedom to redefine self, reflecting what can't seem to resist, thus there is always some truth behind what have been written.
Into an abyss of innate emotions being mused by the nature, I tried to discover everything in a real essence of time. Truly I'm an observant dreamer craving for higher understanding but the spur of the fleeting thoughts mirror itself somehow in a written form. This trails may have a happy beginning, or a happy middle, or a happy ending even when there are no easy roads. We are unique in our expressive outlet, here I prefer simplicity to connect, with so little words to convey artwork message.
I welcome critique and suggestions, only if you could read my mind, my apology. If you don’t really know me yet, you will, turning the pages till the last stanza, I am me, I am you, I am mere words, a admirer of beauty that is seen through the soul, in both humanity and in the nature. If something inside invokes your senses, awaken your mind and spirit, I will be there and yet I may not.Travel with me across the examined life to experience a difference, somewhere away to the places of healing vibes, but the journey will be far from over.
Thank you for having me.
Theme: Writing is being
Author's Note: Preface from the trials of the examined life.
Being close to everything.