As a writer and a poet and as an artist and performer, I have always felt the need to convey my thoughts through the artistic expression of words and music and even through the unspoken medium of movement and motion, as much as it is up to the creativity of a writer, which is for me to capture or to record these moments as they unfold and take shape revealing their naked truths in the purest of forms of their suggestions and clues toward a revelation unknowingly becoming attuned and responsive to the reciprocal mind.

As I have come to learn and engage in the process of the languages and the words, also each independently has its own hidden inner depth when spoken, or as when heard or as when read, as each processed word proceeds one after the other, building a foundation and creating layer upon layer until its volume is felt. Whether I choose to promote this idea upon a line of questioning or examining or analyzing, a stand of truth by capturing a piece of reality or whether I am entranced by the enchantment of something more sublime like a mystery or a fantasy is even somewhat inspirational to me as to how my thoughts of expression and energy are channeled through such a medium and a basic quality in challenging my ability to write paragraph after paragraph and page after page until, ordinarily, the mundane of perfection of the subjective object is met and begins to excite me.

As writing is also very much an internal journey toward understanding the inner self and examination of the reflective world that surrounds us all insomuch that we are constantly redefining and readjusting to all that is apparently so and open to see. But as to whether we can learn to accept through interpretation of all that is extended before us, it is also to glance in a mirror and to attempt to recognize if all is as it appears to be.