Relax a little.

I’ve been writing a lot lately, reading a lot too, it feels like words are all that I have these days, it feels as though, I’ve been descending a staircase, a darkened staircase, and my aid, my torch is illumined by words. The words, I hope, do not confuse me, and surround me with more darkness, but rather lead me to a greater understanding, and enlighten my surroundings. It is not the words themselves, that provides me with peace, but the message that is being delivered through the words. This is what I hope for, if I am to become an author. Me, and author? I know right, how absurd of an idea this is, even for me, but for some reason, it seems as though, my words need to be read, by many people, or this secret which I’ve been holding on too, harboring, really burdening me. Since the beginning, it’s been about expression, creation, however, I’m a little bit slower than the others, or rather, I don’t feel the urge to hasten my self, to expedite my progress, no no, this seems almost counter-intuitive, rather, I’ll nourish myself, with experiences, life, is what we shall call it, it is simply an experience, not an equation, or a problem to be solved, but a most marvelous mystery to be experienced. What more is there to say, well it feels as though, yes, this thing, is beckoning me, as it does everyone else, that most essential part of you, which wishes to be embodied and expressed, in whatever form that may be, it is, a divine contribution.