Why I Write...
Read Count : 123
Category : Stories
Sub Category : Adventure
One day I asked for a pen and some paper, and I wrote. Words bled out of my fingers like an open wound. The paper filled before my eyes, tales of sorrow, and pain.
Tales of big love and even bigger heartaches. As I watched these words that once danced in my head sprawling in all of their glory over the once blank page. I felt at peace.
You ask why I write? I write so that the voices in my head have their time to shine, and my mind can be still. Until next time..
