Passion

My arm is only complete when the Pen is in my hand. It is an extension Of not just my body, but also of my soul. An instrument sent from my spiritual origin That gives me an outlet, allows me to Speak unutterable thoughts and innermost Desires without moving my lips. The delicate, Snow-white paper is the best listener That I know, a confidant who will not and Cannot reveal my deepest secrets. I need to Relinquish my suppressed thoughts, to Purge away the guilt for the crimes which I did Not commit. With every letter that The Liberator strokes onto the Stationary, I feel more and more relieved. With every word that is said but not spoken, I feel More and more empowered, and with every sentence That the immortal device documents, an additional Building block is laid, and slowly the foundation Of a larger design is constructed. The harmony is natural. The pen is in complete synchronization With my hand and my being, and with every stain that I make On the paper I develop and create an idea, a theory or A plan so unique, so innovative because it is mine And I, along with everyone else, am an original. Inspiring to others because it comes from the root of My soul, a place where thoughts formulate, thoughts that Are usually inexpressible. Thoughts that, if able to be Articulated, will not be spoken or heard because They are ‘inappropriate’ or unacceptable by social Standards. Too honest, too profound that their Authenticity, truthfulness, and possibilities defy Human calculation and therefore often frighten us more Than Death himself. But I write, and other artists Write because we put passion before anything Else. We don’t need proof to know that passion Gives us the courage and the knowledge to conquer All fears that any idea, so real and so ingenious, Can produce. Gives us the strength to break all Boundaries, triumph all social norms, restraints And expectations. By writing, I inspire myself And others to explore and expand such ideas to Indefinite lengths. And in the process we grow As humans, become more enhanced, enriched And enlightened versions of ourselves that we Could have never envisioned ourselves becoming. When I write, I lose all inhibitions and release All painful emotions and longings from The pit of my being. When I write, I create Ideas, and ideas are immortal. When I write, I leave behind my legacy. When I write I am Passionate.