Expression in itself is a word of connection: a word that links one to another as well as one to themself. Bridges are built daily through the words one speaks; the songs one sings; the paintings one creates; every breath breathed is an expression of existence. There is something distinct in each of us that connects us. It is all in the expression: this is a frail attempt of expression.
I've been writing for 7 years now and I would hope to say that I'm improving, but that isn't up for me to decide. If my words don't come out of my mouth; if my tunes only stay in my mind; if my thoughts only swirl around my head, then my dream is unlived. I continue to write poetry and music hoping to watch them come alive in the voices and thoughts of others because if they never come alive in you I don't know where they will.