My chest was hurt and I could feel the moment he held his last breath even though we were thousands of miles apart. That's it . I rem...
Monday, December 8, 2014
I write for my sanity. I love the click sounds when my fingers typing on the keyboard. I love how a paragraph is formed from letters to words. I love the feeling when a story is told after spilling what's inside your thoughts. I have that moments when I can't resist the strong urge to write even though at that time I really have nothing to say in mind. Even though I hate it when what comes out of me at that moment doesn't feel true and honest, I still have a sense of relief for writing whatever nonsense my head tells me. To keep my self from insanity. Words are my armour and army. They're my fight and defend. Writing is my getaway and safe haven. It's my refugee and kingdom. It gives me a peace of mind at troubled times. When there are things that I need to spill but I don't know how at the moment, writing understands me. When there are feelings that I need to release but I don't want anyone to know, writing gives me shoulder to lean on.