Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Now A Writer
All of a sudden the universe is imploding and exploding all at once behind your eyes and somewhere amidst the reflecting of chaoses, one against the other, you see a pattern emerge as if woven with that ominous red string of fate, binding you to your words and your words to a vastness that begs to be filled though you know it never will be. In this moment, a moment of inspiration and destiny, you have found your voice amidst a calling you had always heard but never quite recognized. You have become god to your creations while a slave to their demons.