I didn't know I was a writer when I said I was.
My soul yearning to release itself in the most beautiful release.
Cleansing and renewing my weary soul from all the cares of the world.
Returning to that realm where nothing else matters but the moment, here and now, where your soul is doing what it was born to do.
Trying to put into words what your soul is whispering in your ear.
Trying not to lose sight, of that feeling, where you know you belong. All of you as one, spirit, body, and mind.