Words and Magic Tricks

Writing for someone like me, in addition to my dynamic thought process, continues to loosen the cord around my neck releasing a wealth of feelings and action’s I encounter with every word I write saving my life. Lately, the creative writing process and energy goes towards the final ten miles of my college degree, where the writing style comes with rigidness and boundaries. The effects of college are by no means an issue in a negative manner, it actually influences my beating heart and creative tendencies. For me, it gives me a sense of direction, inspires actions to bigger dreams and goals adding more anchors to the space inside of my chest cavity fueling the spirit. To write and share with the world carries an ability to seduce the reader into a euphoric state and that magic trick is beautiful.

I don’t consider myself primarily a writer, author, or blogger. If I had to wear a mask as I step into this space to share and consume words, that mask would be a communicator. One who can observe, listen and absorb the world inside of me. As I’ve taken myself through college the last five years, it showed me that I had to get better at communicating, that I lack basic grammar understanding, sentences structure, and how to take my thoughts and put them into words. It showed within the first couple years that I lack the ability to communicate. To write properly and put words on a digital screen or paper has been no easy task.

I retaught my heart, mind, and hands to be creative using words to paint a beautiful picture for those chewing and swallowing my words today. As I rewired my brain to write correctly, it release a feeling of emptiness and loneliness, it purged the destruction inside of me. Now, will I ever be the next greatest writer? It doesn’t matter, in my heart I am. But, I want to be the human who is known to treat his words with respect and dignity. It took me almost thirty-three years to realize the power of words and my lack in skill set to communicate with the world internally and externally. Only to hinder my personal life and impacting my professional career, fogging up my pupils in how I saw the world taking away its simplicity.

Here is to becoming better at writing, story teller, and learning new ways to share my intelligence and creativity. If, at a time, my voice went away, I am not afraid, as I have taught myself to communicate with the world in other forms that boost my heart, soul, spirit and mind. Thank you to those who have pushed, challenged, and keep kicking me in the teeth to improve and believing in my ability to communicate with the world.

Keep Raging!!!