6th June '13
I write
because I know of no other way to express myself. I know of no other way to
touch your heart. No other way of giving a piece of myself. No other way of
being truer to you.
I write because
that is all that I know. When I write I show myself to you. I become vulnerable
and open to your judgment. But the acceptance is still up to you.
The day that
I have nothing more to say, no words to choose from, will be the end of me.
That will be the end of us, our conversation and our life together.
The only way
you know me is by my words, what I say to you and what I write. It’s what I
feel that I put down on paper. There are not made-up words. They are a true
reflection of how I feel.
When I bring
my heart out and let it wander a little,
those are the times I write. When I can completely decipher the feelings and
cover them up in words that can truly serve their purpose, that is when I
write.
My writings
are a mirror to my soul, a window to my heart. They are the purest reasons to
know me, like me or hate me. My purpose is to exhaust this way of expression
that I have been gifted with. My purpose is to write.
I will give
you all that I have, the understanding is up to you. I share, I dare to bare my
soul and write about my dreams, wishes and fears. I dare to put out my hurt,
out there in the open, for people to know that they are not alone.
When I write
you connect to me, maybe only for the ten minutes you just spent reading my
words, but there is a connection. You can see me, a piece of me, and know what I
think.
The next
time you read something, anything, know that the writer has exposed themselves
in front of you. You can read their mind and soul. You know what someone feels,
but in some way you’ll know, there are people who feel just like you. The
difference between them and you is they write.
