Hiding in words


Writing is my hiding place. I don’t need to be put together to write. It is not a requirement that I look or feel beautiful. I never have to pretend. I just have to accept that my mind will command of my fingertips a conversation that I need to have. Whatever war is being waged in the inner depths of my soul can be traced on tattered pieces of paper. My sentences don’t need to be perfect; they just need to be. My heart doesn’t need to feel whole; it just has to beat. My story doesn’t need to appeal to the masses; it just has to take its place in the universe. If I couldn’t write, I wouldn’t dream. If I couldn’t dream, I wouldn’t live.


Leave a comment

Filed under Short Prose & Poetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s