So, I’m a person of letters. I write. My most powerful weapon is words. Not mainly fiction, but words which have their own voice, and speak of their own feelings, experiences, and the lessons they’ve learned along the way.
Sometimes I’m lost, and I don’t know which battle I fight with these words.
I don’t know if it’s a battle of loneliness, or of seeking validation, or the fact that I’m utterly amused with life; and the only way to somehow understand the inner workings of the universe, is to let these words speak out of their own guilt, curiosity and criticism- while it pours everything out, and my feelings and my thoughts become bare.
I don’t know for sure, but I think the best thing about writing is that I get to see myself whole. It’s therapeutic for me.
It’s like I rip myself open , then slowly as…
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