Take off the gray veil that has blinded you from experiencing the world around you in the most profound way. Explore your abilities and if you persist, one day you will find what you're good at, you will find what you love to do. And once you do, you will never stop creating through it. It will be your soul's purpose.
By Crystal Lagace.
When the ache is so strong it feels
as though thoughts are shredding
a path from heart to brain,
tearing through delicate nerve endings –
and beginnings –
that signal shivers of soul tears and blood leaking from fingertips,
itching to express intensity…
you may be a writer.
When love has the power to tingle toes
and ignite flaming desires
that engulf all reason in –
and out –
secret spaces speaking
volumes in that trusting silence
and embracing unknown certainties
that scream to follow bliss
in the supremacy of words…
you might be a writer.
If the sidewalk imprint
of a decomposing fallen leaf
in a pounding chest,
you may be.
If the choral harmony
of flocking birds
has the audacity
to make your spirit soar
alongside their flapping wings
I will still give a piece of my soul to the world each day.
The universe does not smile on hesitation, I’ve heard it said.
And, I never know if today might be the last chance I have
I have many emotions dripping from me like Salvador Dali's elements, and I feel like they are about to burst forth and I can't hold them in. And what do I do? I choose a canvas that is fleeting enough so that I can instantly forget why I exploded in the first place. And my canvas is called laughter. By laughter, I am an artist.