So I did both. Though the difference is my soul is put into every word written on the paper. Writing has become my main interest; often times I catch myself writing when sleep becomes challenging to drift into. Something about writing shatters my silence, my heart is free to speak. My fingers create stories by dancing across the pages. With this dance, most are capable of taking a glimpse of every harrowing weep, ounce of fiery, or outburst of joy behind my words. We speak everyday, but not everyday do we let the words speak to us. I find inspiration by turning to my heart, using feelings that are glued to me. There are no limits to the creative world of writing; with just a pen, I fall into an ocean of colors, the only kind of drowning that makes me feel alive. The concept of having my own sense of reality just within a single drop of ink captivates my very existence. Writing is the key to my heart. If you were to ask me what stops time, I would simply say this: A pen and a
So I did both. Though the difference is my soul is put into every word written on the paper. Writing has become my main interest; often times I catch myself writing when sleep becomes challenging to drift into. Something about writing shatters my silence, my heart is free to speak. My fingers create stories by dancing across the pages. With this dance, most are capable of taking a glimpse of every harrowing weep, ounce of fiery, or outburst of joy behind my words. We speak everyday, but not everyday do we let the words speak to us. I find inspiration by turning to my heart, using feelings that are glued to me. There are no limits to the creative world of writing; with just a pen, I fall into an ocean of colors, the only kind of drowning that makes me feel alive. The concept of having my own sense of reality just within a single drop of ink captivates my very existence. Writing is the key to my heart. If you were to ask me what stops time, I would simply say this: A pen and a