My Voice
Location
I'm writing..... writing.. and writing.
And I lose myself in the intensity of my inquiries.
It seems pointless sometimes to even vent.
Because no one will know who I am by the sharpening of my pencil or the click of my pen.
So....Why? Why do I write?
It's my outlet. my niche...
The only place I know that my thoughts are safe, and they come with no consequences.
Even though my voice is not always heard, writing is a way for me to hear myself, when things seem blurred.
Then , I write again and again.
My pen will not cease, I am lost in this realm. And now I have to find me.
I hurt. I cry. I live .I lie.
I am not perfect and I will never claim perfection.
My flaws make me who I am, and so do my confessions.
I write because life is not only precious ,but short.
And who am I to deney myself a voice.