These are my words, my soul opened to the world, my blood spilt as ink to sustain us through the chaos...
"A poem begins with a lump in the throat, a home-sickness or a love-sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where the emotion has found its thought and the thought has found the words."
"I want to put into words unmapped emotions, untainted beauty, eternal wisdom....at least a speck of what is in my soul. But words rarely do justice and now, as is always the case...words fail. For even thought from most beings cannot do this world justice, so how can I possibly find the words? It is like losing a gem in a massive pile of gravel.... though for something to be lost must we not first have found it? The song that my soul would sing defies space and time and eludes articulation. The words that I would speak cannot be translated, for they are the words of the truths buried deep within all things and have no language. The innocence in a child’s unguarded laugh is deserving of such deep thought and contemplation as most of this world cannot perceive. The miracle of selflessness in a single human being deserves so much wonder. What saddens me is the knowledge that so few share.... I am so close to being alone in these realizations, in these thoughts. I know that there are millions of worlds, of realities, within this one. Each pair of eyes, each soul, each heart exists in their own universe.... and while there are times that these worlds overlap, they are each solely unique. The way I see the world is not the way you see the world and yet I find myself imagining just what your world looks like and how you would see mine."
*All writings contained in this journal are my original works.*