There are certain things we will each always crave, whether we know it or not. I find myself constantly craving poetry.
Writing has always been my primary tool for creative expression. Ever since I discovered the spiral notebook at age 5, I became attached. I wrote and wrote and wrote and soon enough, my writing became me.
I felt that I could write, therefore I could be. Suddenly, I learned that I could write to change, and even transform.
A Nietzschean urge kept speaking up inside, to destroy and rebuild all my own preconceptions. To excavate and analyze the artifacts of my mind, things that had been accumulated unknowingly. Even when working in design studio in architecture school, I explored my conceptual ideas initially with words, in a pragmatic way. Words turned into paragraphs and paragraphs began to give form to visual and spatial experiences, which then sparked my initial design concept.
I will always crave poetry. Writing and reading it. I lust it, I want to be a part of it. No matter how streamlined and routine my life becomes, I need poetic ventilation (as I like to call it) to satisfy my inner need to jump around and yell like a Banshee. Poetic ventilation helps to bend and exercise the mind - to get me out of my comfort zone and thinking about the things that are deep-rooted, subdued and often too categorical.
There are no limits but there is also no mercy – just me staring into the vastness and complexity of life that inspires me to put words to paper daily. I’m just a girl who knows that no amount of writing for an audience (or doing anything for an audience for that matter) will ever give me the same satisfaction as those sixteen words that don't mean a whole lot to anyone else but mean absolutely everything in the world to me.
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Chris
