Communication (SK)

By Sean Keating

As a writer, my pen flows with the ink that is flowing throughout my venous and arterial network. Ink flows throughout my being at each pulse the movement of pen. I put pen to paper, the ink flows from within to explode into the semantics of words within; my mind in a state of rhetoric as it discusses the news of the day, cognitive revelry, ideas of a lifetime; of experience, not only of talking and dreaming, of different states of arousal; but of a meaning of its own, of happiness, of sadness, experiences of growth, tears of laughter and joy, of lowest depression, known most deepest from within, to life itself of all its qualities...

To grasp with each breath; to cling onto every bit of life, fingernails extended, holding on, to the edge of this precipice before us, digging with each nail deep into solid rock, as each millisecond of life we care enough to go, breathe once more, as time, always the enemy continues...

As each word I place upon the page, that feeling of happiness brims within; a feeling that only a writer knows, that ability to communicate from pen to paper; the flowing of a river, our stream of consciousness, fully comprehending our life long struggle to conceptualize existences we have, as we cry out loud in our own God given voice, of freedom of a kind...a way of communicating from inside to out to an audience we hope to enthral or stimulate and evoke response to other feeling and encouragement of a different perspective... another direction of expression.