I find it interesting how much a person's mood affects their writing, especially with poetry. Most of my poetry tends to be about the outdoors, which is my true passion, but the mood that I am in when I take up my pen to write determines what I write about. When I feel hopeful, I write about things growing, when I am looking to the future, I write about the never-ending sky, when I'm upset about something, I write about storms. The more interesting moods bring about the more interesting poetry.

I feel I can now truly connect with this quote by Soren Kierkegaard, "A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul." It seems in my most unsettled moments, my poetry takes its most volatile form. It seems to have a mind of its own in these moments and runs off with me merely tagging along writing as fast as I can. But, most often, these are not the poems I want to write. These poems are merely the excretion of the turmoil that goes on in my head.

My goal is to perhaps, one day, channel this emotion into all my poems.