// C R E A T E // Moments when I can not be understood, When I feel the least, I create. It is concrete proof that there is something worth salvaging in this dense, inky void. Beauty in this ugly. Hope in this unnerving bleakness. When my thoughts run wild in the worst ways, I concentrate them into creation. To feel. To know. To breathe. Creativity always knows what to do, Existing in the balance, free of interpretation, Liberating a lost me in its rhapsodic push toward perfect freedom. It moves across the surface of the deep, Consecrating me for divine expression, Unfurling colors, words, sounds To create a Universe of my own. Where not even entropy and gravity govern. Where I don’t need to be understood. Where I don’t need to be loved. Only to feel, know, and breathe. - kw Image: “Poetic Cosmos of Breath” by Tomás Saraceno