My pen and paper do not reject me;
they both make allowances for my excesses. And when I do weird things? They do not judge, for they both enjoy watching me bare my soul.
They always sit by me offering
silent consolation whenever depression creeps in.
And when my temper begins to rise, they become my calming pills.
In writing, I have defied conventions, experienced pure joy and told truths. Whenever my world goes dark and I no longer hear the sounds or feel life’s beat,
writing becomes my haven.
I write because writing is my best bet at keeping my sanity in check.
21/03/2017
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