Creation

With every word you read you are witness to my creation. I have the pieces that are consonants and vowels which are brought into phonemes and morphemes. I attempt to use the tools of grammar and syntax, though my command of them may fail.  All of these come together to bring my creation into being; the words and sentences I have chosen to express my thoughts and emotions. I believe everyone deep inside them has a desire, a need, and an ability to create. To stop this piece of our lives is to deny part of what makes us human. One must only find out what or how they will create. Finding that outlet is the hardest part but once it is found you begin to do your part in shaping the world. We are all builders of reality. We are the ones who create the art, the literature, and the music that bring dreams into reality.  

A piece of a song I once wrote:

Me and you ran deep in the woods

Chasing for stars like good people should

The faster they fell the quicker we went

Till we found those gifts that heave had sent

You cried whoa oh don’t go

Whoa oh don’t go

Time goes slowly

Whoa oh don’t go

My heads been spinning since the minute you left

Shuffling for space in line with the rest

I did something then didn’t make me a man

I buried my so soul and my heart in the sand

I cried whoa oh don’t go

Whoa oh don’t go

Time goes slowly

Whoa oh don’t go