If I knew how to draw a picture of how I feel, I would pick up a pencil and paper and begin sketching.
If I were capable of sculpting a solid figure of my thoughts, I would grab a hammer, some stone or granite, and start chiseling away.
If I could choreograph a dance or even a fight explaining what I want to say, I would rise, do some warmup exercises, and start moving.
Since I am able do none of these things, but I can write in a way that happens to have a rhyme and rhythm to it, that’s exactly what I do.This is to place into the world the love, despair, and everything in between that would otherwise stay hidden inside, where it would do very little good. I believe everyone can find such an outlet, a medium or forum that allows us to feel freedom.
