Why do I write? I write because it allows me to escape from the impending doom of the clock ticking by, for in this moment, time stands still. When I simply pound away at the keyboard, or grab a pen and just scribble down all the ideas running through my head, I no longer have to worry about what I must do. When I sit and write as I am right now, I feel the weight of the world lifted off my shoulders, and for an instant, the world stops spinning. It sits entirely still and as I sit and listen to my surroundings, I become immersed in the beauty that is around me, and find the bits of light in the dark corners of the room.
My prose contain meaningful statements that I feel can help or assist someone in need. My poetry is full of powerful meaning, expressing my inner feelings that no one knows exists. As I write, the cacophony that erupts constantly in my mind ceases, for all the ideas that are yelling in my head are allowed to come out of solitude and be imputed into the world in hopes that someone will someday read them, and that the ideas and thoughts will soon be loved by someone other than me.
When I sit and express my feelings, my mind seems to slow down from its usual fast-paced momentum to a slow and leisurely thought process. The speed then pervades throughout the rest of my body until it reaches my finger tips, and I type double the speed that I could at any other point in time. Writing is my outlet; words are my escape. I often sit within prison walls that are the four walls of my mind, and have a cyclone of thoughts, ideas, and emotions swirling around inside, destroying everything in its path.
The results can be devastating, leading to lack of motivation and will to find the place that I feel most at home. So, I write; and in doing so, I find the light that illuminates the shadows around me. Writing simply is not just a hobby or something that I do weekly to put out on the internet in hopes that I may get a few page views. I do not care about the popularity of my writing, because I know that what I write can be helpful for someone who needs it.
My writing is something that I feel to be very personal to me, but also broad and open to the world. I watch from afar and sit in silence and study my surroundings. I take my research and convey it onto paper or on a LED screen. With every word I input into this, another idea is freed, and time begins to reverse. Time moves forward but I sit still, and reset, or rather re-position the weight on my shoulders. As I come to a close, things are restored, however now I can further bare the pressure of life put on me.
Writing is my way to be the person I am, and say what I think, but not be ridiculed for my beliefs or actions. This will go out into the world, with only a few shares and views, but I know that who every does find this, it will be beneficial to see an additional way to help themselves. And maybe, they will begin to express themselves onto paper as well, and see the power and beauty they hold within themselves that has been begging to be released.
