I write for myself.
to express,to create,to get away.
I write to watch myself grow,to see where I was,and where I am now.
everything I want to say,but not brave enough.I write down.
my fears,goals,and my worries.
The great moments,and the bitter ones.
I write everything down.
I write for hours on end,and I feel like im telling everything to a best friend.
I am not the best speller,or the greatest person when it comes to grammar.
But when I write I am not afraid,to get things incorrect.
I do not hide,I do not lie.
my writing is the truth.
my writing is my escape.
I go back from time to time,and look at my older writings.
I laugh at the events or situations, that made me think it was the end
of the world.
and even though I got over it,at that point in time it was important to me.
as I said before,I write to watch myself grow.
Like an artist creates art with his paint brush,and canvas.
or a photographer with his camera.
I like to think that I am also creating something amazing with my pen
everything around me inspires me,not just one person,not just my feelings.
It could be a quote someone stated that catches my attention,or maybe
observing what is going on around me.
My writings are like a time machine,I can go back into the past in a way
and see what the younger version of me was thinking about.
That always seems to amaze me,I will keep writing for as long as I can.
I want to be 99 or older if possible,sitting in a nice comfortable chair at night.
Reading all my writings crying,laughing,taking a walk through the past.
I want to enjoy my time reading,and looking out the window,having a breathtaking view
of a beautiful city or of the moon and stars.