I write with the hopes of releasing the disturbing turbulence that lays deep within my very soul. Not knowing how to accomplish this intense desire, only hurts and puts a horrible strain and an infuriating feeling of restlessness. I know in my heart that the words are there stirring about as if when we stir a pot of stew. How do I go about pouring this pot of beautiful words onto paper to create what it is on the inside? The beauty of colors that I eagerly desire to share; my passion, my peace, my imagination, and love that which is in me, be it negative or positive.
I long for the blessed day when all will finally come to an exciting and liberating beginning. Therefore, until then I will write what is on the surface and continue to wait with anticipation for the words that are stored away to come flying out with a happy tune of explosion at a moments time.