Dear Diary, i have soo much to say.
There are soo many ways to say it.
I could preach it. I could pray with it. I could write it in a book.
Sing it rap it spit it spat it.
Wrote it in a song. Ive tryed them all. Words big and small one to six syllables. Discombobulated and onomatopoeia i found falling into my ear while passing through the vast expansion of expression through thoughts. Words started out as pictures to describe events in time. Past present and future. Where will words be in a thousand years? Written word spoken and heard. lets the inner voice fly like a bird. Expression is the secret lesson. The knowledge of the ancients. In stone they wrote just to leave us a note. What the note read was this.
Writing down what you think is important enough to do all this.