I write to make sense of my life…to the point that I seem predictable with my thoughts. Then sometimes I write to see if I am capable and if I have the talent. Again sometimes I write to calm myself when am frustrated or depressed…even to vent my fury. Then sometimes I write for no reason at all.
There is no flow in here nor is there any conclusion...just a moment to breathe in this frenzy world…a moment of vulnerability that you do not want to share with others…writing seems like this constant companion who understands, listens, soothes and inspires me.
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