Sometimes I don't know if listening to myself talk is as effective as writing the things I want to say. What I really want to say I mean. I've been spending the past 5 months trying to relocate myself. You see, I'm lost. A friend of mine refers to it as "losing my lid" or in simpler terms? I've gone crazy.
I'm often posed with the question of "why do you write?" Why does anybody? We all write because we feel the need to replace what is real, with whats not. I write for an escape and I write to feel safe.
Ever since I was a young child I've been in love with words. Looking back now, I would never have known how important they truely were until I didn't have any. Sometimes life leaves you speechless, and thats what happened to me.
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