Why I keep writing
I started because I was told I wasn't good enough. A teacher once suggested I needed a tutor for English. Hearing it broke me for a bit. I always liked stories, whether I was reading them or writing them for myself. I was always creatively inclined. Hell, my parents are both working creatives, one as a creative director and one as a professor of illustration. My hobby was music, but my passion was writing, and it all culminated my last year of college when I came in second place in a creative writing contest with a story I wrote in a bit of a dark place. The validation was nice, but what was better was the gained knowledge that I can actually do this and have people like what I have to say. It's gratifying if nothing else.
Immortality
The forest holds many secrets yet offers no judgment. Overcast, rainy, and the air crisp I walked quietly among the trees. They allowed me entrance into their kingdom. With honor, I held my head down as to show respect and submission. I knew the secrets were to be revealed I only had to ask. I began this journey of myself not so long ago. Every night for weeks I would cast my circle, arranged my stones, light my candles then awaited for vision. Now I am here standing in the forest awaiting for the answer to my question. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I take the first step. The grass tickles the soles of my feet. Birds sing a sympathy. Creatures hide but I know they are near. I feel their energy. The crackling of elecrity tuned the molecules of my DNA. I couldn't tell if they were here out of curisoty or to act as guides ensuring the completion of my journey. No matter, I shall move on and accept for what I have asked. The forest will hold my secret. my perception. I will always from this moment on be- different, clearer, and real. I will be real, conscious, and aware. Aware of who I really am, who I truly meant to be. Why do we dream? Why do we know of things that cannot be successfully explained? Why did I choose my choices? Too many questions with less answers.
For what seemed like hours, I finally came upon a clearing with a small brook. Within this brook crystal clear water dances upon the bed of stones. The water forms a perfect circle amongst the stones. I then knew in this instant I was summoned to a portal. Without fear, I step into the water. The cold, frigid tempature shocks my heart. Time stopped. for. only. a. brief. moment................... As the blood burns through my body, a burst of light shoots out of me from every pore, every cell I possess. The portal pulls me down, swallowing me, the light, the being I have became. Every life I ever had, every memory I held, every thought I entertained merged into this being of me. I had no ending, no beginning, light, dark, and everything in between is me. This is my true form. This is my immortality. I will forever exist. Energy never dies, never fades, never disappears and for a mere lifetime has the opportunity to experience the parallel realities.
Darkness is a Straw
A billion people and your voice isn’t heard
Hopes squashed beneath a faceless herd
Your heart beats softer as it ebbs into decline
Darkness is a straw to suck in the sunshine
Isolation clings like a thick cold sweat
There’s no way to wash off this regret
Life buzzes all around but you’re not there
Hands pressed to glass, you watch in despair
