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,

Inspiration, sympathy

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.