Writing hurts for I am forced to relive those painful memories of the past, memories I wish I could seal away for eternity. The pain is like my never ending ink and my tears are like the unspoken words.
But when I write, it also feels like I’m writing the pain away. I slowly begin to accept my past for what it is and not what it was.
Writing is pain but writing is also pleasure. It’s the reality I have created, one where I can express all my egos, one where I can be me without the fear of being judged, one where I can soar my wings and fly.