for most of my life, there has been this thing i had to do. first it was to write it all down. then publish it. then speak it. then help. always creating through whichever mode was calling. but all the while, it's a question i'm always answering. searching and answering.
the writer who doesn't know that they're a writer.
the poet who doesn't know they're a poet.
the person who doesn't know who they are.
and it's through living, following the inkling of our desires, it reveals itself. and grows itself. to be itself. our true self. as even that too morphs, as we evolve. but the core of us, the open ended question. the open ended love. the never ending journey of love. it's the beautiful journey that never ends.
there is one question i want to solve. there is only one. and i have an artist heart. so it comes out a myriad of ways.
and so. here we are.