Seth’s World View

I sat down to write tonight, to express my emotion-laden mind. I wrote to understand, as my poetry teacher once taught me, and didn’t understand what I wrote. There’s something profound about streaming words onto a canvas without a defined path. Each stroke leads to another stroke that wasn’t anticipated, till I create what I never knew I had in me. It’s an act of faith, beginning, then continuing, without the destination clearly in sight. It took a few meandering journal entries for me to find the answer to the question I didn’t know I was asking.