I’m not much of a poet, not much of a writer. What makes me both of those things is perhaps my undaunted love for both, and my insatiable thirst for self-expression and truth. Words have to be the least communicative means, and the meaning of a poem is always in between the words. Most often it’s a feeling or an understanding that cannot be quantified by language alone. Something profound, something that resonate within our deepest selves, something spontaneous and penetrating. I seek that feeling and understanding in life, and try to put them into words, into memory.
Oh, but I’m not as sophisticated as I sound. I poetize. Most of the time, I’m just me, incessantly hoarding gummy bears, reading a book with a vacant expression on the bus, dreaming through the day, praying to the universe before I go to bed, and goofing around with a huge grin on my face. Most importantly, I try to love everything. I try to live an uncomplicated life.
And I write.