I want to write. I want to feel and express these emotions
through the words on the paper, to recognize the sun and the flowers,
the moon and the stars I create with sentences -
sentences I've never put together like that. Like now.
Going with the flow.
Listening to my soul.
What words are hidden there?
My heart was beating and whispering them for so long.
Words full of love, unconditional love.
Words that spread kindness and wisdom. But only those who hear,
those who can open their minds and see with their hearts
can actually feel them and their magic.
They are not so many, but more are awakening.
I want to learn, so I can write.
Or will I learn through my expression?
Maybe I should stop now... but I can't.
This is my expression.