The act of writing,
Making words appear out of nothing
In some logical sense to where a reader
Can look at page and out of nowhere
Emotion, ideas explodes into a symphony
Of organized thought in one’s head
And create a sense of joy, sadness,
Or just an awareness
Of some other form of existence,
Does not just come from nowhere.
It doesn’t appear. It’s not just there.
And it certainly does not come from nothing.
Language, poetry, words all come.
They come from pain, they come from joy
They come from experiences
Far beyond many ordinary people’s imagination.
And these are the experiences that write all literature
That describe all of history explicitly generation to generation
These are the experiences that make up the world;
That make up literature.
Literature is a thing of beauty
And Beauty is never forced.