Why I Like To Write.

Its been long, and I don’t know what to write about, so I write about why I like to write. When I look at a blank sheet of paper, it looks like a silent friend to me, someone who will safely keep my secrets, my feelings and my emotions for years to come. When I pick up my pen, my mind does not command my fingers, but the words inside of me, that beg to be free, use this medium to shine in a spotlight made just for them. My writings are where you will find me, the most raw and vulnerable parts of me, only visible to those who know the art of mixing themselves into words, but this is also were you’ll find the most confident and fearless versions of me, because my writings accept me, they hear me, they know me, they hold every version of me, staying the same, regardless of what changes in me.