To Which it Resides...

To write unapologetically. To leave every word hanging from the next one. Like hearts beating for one another, I’m left empty without the other. There is no topic of conversation just words meeting as they collide. It’s the beauty of what I can’t keep inside. There is no definition of what makes a good writer only what one is made of my dear. What lives in the heart of hearts and builds a symphony? A note or a cord a word or the rhythm to which you are repeating. I say it is everything. It is the feeling in the silence as we move from one to the next. What I cannot put my finger on and what I chose to never ruin in what we call the “comprehend.” Let it flow and let it be fickle without definition or one description. To write is to speak openly and honestly about the things we just can’t seem to leave behind. It no longer matters what the meaning of good is. What matters is the truth and the expression to which an art resides. #goodwriting