My Noesis

I have always had this intrinsic need in me to write. Passion flows through my mind and my hands hurry to write the script that floods my thoughts. It has been a while since I have had the ability to sit and write simply to write; no deadlines, no formats, just me. My writing is imperfect, my grammar and paragraph mechanics will not be perfect, but that is true writing. Honest writing flows from heart to hand, disregarding semantics of written language. That has always been an issue with my English classes. I am a writer, therefore I should write with no restraints– one should be encouraged to follow the path of their mind, because that is the path to a masterpiece. Now I am not saying my writing is a masterpiece, or anything close for that matter. But I feel my words have meaning, and when I write I feel powerful and strange, a person entirely different from how I feel most of the time. That is an indication in itself that I should write. 

These words are for those who think thoughts that they wish to write. I tell you, write. I also tell you no one may ever read this, but the goosebumps lining my arms as I sit and write this for the very first time urge me to write anyways. Write so that when you are gone your words and ideas may live on, no matter how wrong they may be. Any thought thought out well enough to be written demands inspection, regardless of how mundane it may seem. 

Enjoy my thoughts on my life, because this is a biography of me. Who am I, you reader may not even know (as I am currently writing this you most certainly wouldn’t for I have done nothing of significance yet). However, if I ever do accomplish anything particularly notorious perhaps this will give you an insight as to how I came to be who I am. And even if I do not, this writing will lay untouched in the labyrinth of files until someone who is meant to find these words of mine does. And dear reader, if you are reading this now, allow me to introduce myself: my name is Sera Vale.