Writing In Different Font

Daily writing isn't meant to be the constant act of word dumping. During a process of locating self trust. The inner core of a soul spits out art in any shape made available. Three years into the realms of expression. I began to pay attention. Not to the un-perfected circles and uncut squares. But to the air. By no means do I believe such puddles of creative saliva are brilliant displays. The beauty of art is the story. I locate it inside the development of lines finding air on a single sheet of paper.