Tuesday, March 29, 2011

My Words.

I don't write to contribute to the literary world, no there is more than enough, more rubbish than not.
I don't write to put a point across or to get your attention.
I write to feel. Something. Anything.
I write to make order of the chaos in my head.
I write to lend the voices words.
I write to fill the empty expanses.
Sometimes I write to hold on to reality. At others, to escape it.
I write for myself.
I write because it's the only thing I know how to do.