a path of their own making...

There is nothing more boring to me than writing in a straight line. or, in one color...call me a a non-conformist but I have journals filled with lines of words going this way and that, hither and yon. I suppose this says something about me...ya think?

I write in circles, in squares, around an image, instead of an image, in squiggles, in waves, up a hill, as a landscape, as the petals of a flower, and flowing long as the banks of a river.

There is nothing so lovely as the journey a word takes.
Let your words follow a path of their own making, wherever that leads.