When I was young the words came freely to me, they would arrive spontaneously and preformed, I only had to write them down…..
Now I have to work hard to draw them out, I have to seek them out of the jumble of nothing and everything… They rarely come to me of their own accord anymore and even less often am I able to record them before they pass on by…….
I want to write beautiful words. I want to be seen and heard in this world. I speak my truth to get out of my own mind so that I can be in the real world. I want to empty my head so that it is free to grow new thoughts and speak clearly. I want to speak truth, I don't want to hide in fear. I write what I know. Life is all things at once and in moments. These are mine. What is true for me one day may not be the next.....my truth is my truth only in the moment that it is.
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