When I write, I feel like I’m taking out the poison in my mind. Cleansing my soul and allowing my mind to flow like a peaceful water.
Allowing the words to dance and finding my own rhythm. Writing is like weaving. Forming words in order to create a piece. A piece of my mind sharing to the world. A piece of my mind that I unravel from the depth of my being. Allowing light to shine upon part of my soul.
Sometimes, I feel like I’m writing without context and I have no idea what I’m trying to convey. But, I try to keep on writing in order to check the rhythm of my being. I am writing to connect to my core and have a talk with my mind. Writing gives me freedom. It mirrors the state of my being and letting the wounds form sentences that will give me comfort and warmth.
Because writing is healing. It is a form of making peace with my pain through words.
Writing is allowing the world to see fragments of me but hidden in words. Hiding the secrets within words and at the same time being open.