The Art of Writing

Writing always brings peace to my mind.

 

A simple sigh filled with empty conversations, concentrated thoughts with no path to stay upon.

 

Each excerpts containing a piece of my soul, a piece of vulnerability that took years of dismantling to allow.

 

Words that in a couple months would be deemed cringe by only myself. But the same words I wish I could whisper into someone’s ear so I could be heard again. Only to erase their memory of the entire moment as soon as it’s done, because once the mood switches, the regret starts to roll in.

 

To spill all my problems, yet keep them to only myself is the biggest dilemma.

 

So I write, write them into the paper as my ink seeps into the parchment, as the texts sink into the forever code of my phone, pretending. Just pretending that all the problems of tomorrow could be resolved by writing them today.

 

Better to be alone with a paper than with your own thoughts, to pretend as if the inanimate object is listening, understanding, realizing, loving, hugging, knowing. Knowing how you feel, knowing what you want, knowing why you feel this way, knowing who did this, knowing where to take you, knowing when you’ll be okay. Just knowing. Even when I myself would never know.

 

And when that’s not enough continuing to write, more and more, with deeper and deeper thoughts, just so you could write with the very blood that’s circulating in your heart right now to understand the exact emotion you feel right now.

 

Not one second in the past or future.

 

But that’s all I can hope for, so I continue to write, continue to imagine, continue to hope and long for the very day where this piece of parchment will become a soul, sinking all the words I’ve ever wrote into each of their veins, circulating through their body and mind at each moment of every day.

 

For them to be the embodiment of all my deepest desires, thoughts and sentiments knowing me more than I’ve ever known myself. Knowing me more than anyone has ever known me. Knowing me more that these words could ever express. Just enough knowing to create a rope of words deep enough to lift me away from the abyss of my thoughts.

 

Just so I can be with you with out a single thought in my head,

but each one in yours.