More To Say

I have more to say than what my current job is, or where I spend my vacations. There is more to my life than simple updates from time to time. I want to say more than what I have. I want to express my voice. The world is, I believe, this incredibly intricate detailed mass of beautiful existence weaved together. I want to talk about that. I believe in love above all things. I believe there is good in everyone. I know peace is tangible for anyone who believes. Let’s talk about that. Let’s talk about the parts of living that don’t have a perfect picture to explain the details every time. I want to say more.

I have a mind, a conscience, a soul, a spirit. I have thoughts beyond my current circumstances and visions that touch something buried deep within me. I want to talk about that. I want to have the courage to write about what matters to me. I want to be fearless and ambitious. I don’t want to hide behind a front. I don’t want to pretend. I want to say more.

I used to write a lot. When I was a teenager I would have endless words spewing out into poetry. Perhaps it was my young angst ridden thoughts that fueled my words. Maybe I needed to bring order and rhythm through a spoken language to balance out the disorder in my head. I hated myself and maybe through writing, I found a way to solve my problems. Unfortunately, it didn’t fix me. But that was then, and I’m no longer walking around trying to fight off self-hatred. I’m no longer trying to erase my childhood. No, now I’m looking to say more. I’m looking to avoid writing a poem that describes pain but talk about real pain and suffering throughout the world.

I’m a created being. I’m a creative being. I have more to say, but what do I say first?