Why do I write? Why do I hit publish? Words are therapy, escape, hope, enlightenment and a chance taken.
When I speak, it is often to an audience cuffing ears to uphold denials habit’s. Can articulated art paint impressions on a crowd deafened by society? Time will tell as I gain gusto in my pursuits of shining love on the oppressed and light on the oppressors. For now, I write then hit submit. A release of words to an enlightened host cyclically navigating the stages of change. When cherished etchings are uttered, their worth can only touch those standing amongst my gaze. I write, and the wind blows across nations providing an audience far more expansive and diverse than any hustling swarm. A game of chance. Will this post reach its destination quickly or will it tinker around in the cyber clouds, sprinkling but never really making an impact on a quenched world. Will this submission be a drop that is sought after? Will it lead drinkers to an oasis of art? Thank you for your eyes. Thank your for your minds. I can only hope that my etchings find their way to your hearts.
My mind is the pallet, words are the brush and society is my canvas. Paint with me?