Throughout my whole life, I’ve always been surrounded by poetry. From my youngest years, my mom would play songs by Luis Eduardo Aute, or Silvio Rodriguez. She would tell me epic poems from greek mythology, beautiful legends from our own culture, and more. I was always surrounded by beautiful language and beautiful songs. So, it was no wonder that I grew up to write poetry.
As someone who has long kept diaries, I think that writing is just a way for me to understand myself better- it’s therapeutic, it’s calming, it’s healing. This is not to say that I’m particularly great at writing, I definitely think that I have a long way to go in many aspects, but that’s the beauty in art- a lot of the time, we are all just searching for a way to express ourselves, and it’s all, ultimately, subjective. Writing helps me understand not just myself, but also my relationship to the world, primarily the natural world. I often feel things in a big way, and deeply, too, and I think this comes out in my writing. I begin to see everything as beautiful, tragic, magical; the mundanity of things leaves them, and everything becomes something to behold.
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