Something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line…
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open…
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.
– Pablo Neruda
The best expression I’ve heard on what compells us to create art.
May you always burn with fever, and may you discover amazing places on your forgotten wings!
Question: What was it like the first time you discovered your passion?
tadKershner 