I never thought that I would...always thought I should...but certainly knew I could.
A life that is certainly interesting and challenging can only be complemented by another that is full of fire, passion, and excitement. I often wonder when the stars will align and the sky will burst out of itself and reveal the answer I've been searching for all along. Maybe I've been just asking the wrong questions. Figures...
My writing has been such a crutch for me in my early decades yet I've left it up to my dreams to be my vehicle to fantasy and creativity. Unfortunately dreams are easily forgotten upon waking...and often misinterpreted by the dreamer herself. Often. So writing is the better therapy I choose and however it helps me to get where I need to be, then so be it. Whether it makes sense to the reader or the writer (which in most cases neither) it still holds true that the written word has a deep sensual side that has always intrigued me, caressed me in my saddest moments, jumped for joy with me in my highest highs but can also turn on me like a dog that has been kicked too many times for no good reason.
For that...I write.
My writing has been such a crutch for me in my early decades yet I've left it up to my dreams to be my vehicle to fantasy and creativity. Unfortunately dreams are easily forgotten upon waking...and often misinterpreted by the dreamer herself. Often. So writing is the better therapy I choose and however it helps me to get where I need to be, then so be it. Whether it makes sense to the reader or the writer (which in most cases neither) it still holds true that the written word has a deep sensual side that has always intrigued me, caressed me in my saddest moments, jumped for joy with me in my highest highs but can also turn on me like a dog that has been kicked too many times for no good reason.
For that...I write.
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