I love letters, I love words, I love sentences and fragments of sentences. For me, writing is a mysterious dance between these fragments and my feelings – each continually tugging at the other for the truth.

Writing can be troubling and tenuous. It slips so easily from my grasp one minute, then wraps around me like a needy lover the next. It is inside me and yet exists beyond me. I try to wade deep into its flow, but often feel I’m only skimming the surface of something I don’t truly understand.

In those moments of fleeting grasp, I sense the true essence of creation—a wild, untamed force that evades capture, teasing and tantalizing. It is a lover’s embrace, tender and demanding, comforting and perplexing. This passionate dance pulls me deeper into the currents of imagination, where each stroke of the pen unveils a piece of my soul, both revealed and concealed.

I do love it…

This romance with words is a journey of endless discovery, a ceaseless pursuit of the perfect blend of emotion and expression. It is in this pursuit that I find myself, lost and found, fragmented and whole. Here, within the embrace of language, I discover the profound beauty of simply letting go, surrendering to the dance, and allowing the words to carry me where they will. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer