(October '22 Issue: The Creative Process)
Written by Hannah Pilgrim
Crying without tears, when the heart is in two but the mouth will not open. And I have no
Religion that I believe in, yet it is the closest I ever feel to divinity. It is a yell of
Ecstasy; a joy so sublime it must be born into a physical form to last and be enjoyed.
A love letter, containing the beatings of a heart- to whom, or whatever, it is addressed.
Time itself, trapped in a bottle, to be drunk and transport the drinker to days gone by.
Indignations and shouts of rage at the injustices that fall at our feet- shouts of “No more”
Or it's just a quiet hum under one’s breath, produced for no reason but because you can.
Nothing short of magic, that's what creation is- magic that can change the world or just yours