Dear friend, I don’t know about you, but I try to write with intensity. A place of feeling. I’m not in floods of tears or writing with tightened fists, it’s a focus that burns from within. My emotions are directed at the page, a will to express something, from the heart through my finger tips. I don’t know what it is or where I’m going, but when it comes I feel a stirring, a sensation in my chest. Work falls from my hands and satisfaction cradles my spirit.
Writing With Intensity, A Letter on Life
Writing With Intensity, A Letter on Life
Writing With Intensity, A Letter on Life
Dear friend, I don’t know about you, but I try to write with intensity. A place of feeling. I’m not in floods of tears or writing with tightened fists, it’s a focus that burns from within. My emotions are directed at the page, a will to express something, from the heart through my finger tips. I don’t know what it is or where I’m going, but when it comes I feel a stirring, a sensation in my chest. Work falls from my hands and satisfaction cradles my spirit.