Words, words, words. People have asked me plenty of times of why I started writing so many years ago?
Words, words, words. The truth is I write so I let most of my heavy emotions. positive and negative go.
Words, words, words. Different ones made up of different letters, to make up different sentences.
Words, words, words. I use them to jump over my mental hurdles, and psychological fifty foot fences.
Poems, short stories, scripts, and soon a novel; they have given me a chance to tell stories from my mind.
Poems, short stories, scripts, and soon a novel; they have proved to be a cathartic and therapeutic find.
Poems, short stories, scripts, and soon a novel; they have made me feel that my life much more pleasant.
Poems, short stories, scripts, and soon a novel; they have all been reminders of one of a great present.
Some I publicly post, some I will keep hidden from the light of the day. All of them are special to me.
Some I publicly post, some I will keep hidden from the light of the day. All of them set my mind free.
Some I publicly post, some I will keep hidden from the light of the day. They ease my heart and soul.
Some I publicly post, some I will keep hidden from the light of the day. They lighten the mental toll.
Thoughts in my head, then ink on the paper, or words on a screen, it all silences my worries and troubles.
Thoughts in my head, then ink on the paper, or words on a screen, it all feels light just like bubbles.
Thoughts in my head, then ink on the paper, or words on a screen, this passion is truly lifelong.
Thoughts in my head, then ink on the paper, or words on a screen, I think the words, "write or wrong."
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