NaBloPoMo; The Art of Self

I read, usually at the in betweens of dawn, of true beauty and depth of soul. I learn of how to better express feelings and passions. I feel a connection in the little details in which we all go about life on different paths intertwined.
The worlds vastness engulfs my need to swallow everything I set my eyes on.
I am provoked and pushed to share all that my eyes filter thrives from as my heart pours out what makes me ‘me’.

Now, more than ever, the creative fiery embers need release in order to fulfill and satisfy my deepest self.


A captivating and thought provoking post. I posted it so I can read it again.
My voice is my own. Sometimes I yell, but no one can hear me. Sometimes I censor the voice I just met. Sometimes I even keep my voice for myself. Writing is a beautiful art of being. “The mind is a beautiful thing to waste”, or hide.