Introduction

People do not smile enough.

I noticed around my town. There is a severe lack of happiness going on and it needs to be stopped. They drone on doing what they need to do, acting how they feel they should act, taking care of business and not taking a moment to stray from their schedule.

But isn’t that what life is about? Taking moments. How in fact did these people wind up in these schedule’s if it wasn’t for a few random events that brought them to their marriage, or their job, or anything else that’s come to them. Why do we feel the need to stop. Life is and always will be random.

I write because it makes sense. Because it makes people happy. Because it makes me happy. I’ve written about people who don’t even know I have, and then I’ve written about those who look forward to seeing my next project because there’s a strong chance it is about them. I write because it’s my artwork. I think everyone should have a poem written about them. To be put such a unique perspective is above all else, priceless. It mean’s you’ve done your duty as a human being. It mean’s you’ve inspired someone. One hundred years from now, no one is going to remember your day job, or why you list reasons not to enter relationship’s, or even that your picky and hate turkey. The only pieces of time that are unbreakable lie in the arts. There’s a reason we study mythology. Because it’s the only personal aspect of those before us we can analyze.


I write because I’ve been fortunate enough to observe beauty in and around the people close to me. I write because it stir’s others. Because it causes spontaneous reactions. Because it’s an exacter science than physic’s. Because it’s a long winded excuse to keep dreaming. I write because there’s always the potential to create, and to go through this process to make someone smile, or happy, is infinitely worth it every time I write. Ask me In person. I’ll tell you.

I write because.

Enjoy.