I write because...
there is a deep roaring and churning within. I need to see what is making all that noise. I need to walk down to the shore and allow the waves to lap up over my feet so I can separate out the layers. I need to take a sample and spread it across the sky for a better view. I need to give voice to the cry within.
In writing, I can take my time. I can quietly observe. I can sincerely reflect what I see. It's somewhere between image and word, somewhere between concept and confusion, somewhere between schema and discovery. Somewhere between. Somewhere unseen. Yet somewhere that is always with me.
In writing, I can take my time. I can quietly observe. I can sincerely reflect what I see. It's somewhere between image and word, somewhere between concept and confusion, somewhere between schema and discovery. Somewhere between. Somewhere unseen. Yet somewhere that is always with me.