As much as we need an air to live... writing is also an air for me to live...,
its the way of expressing myself to this world and the way i vent my pain and loneliness to this world. It gave me the freedom to live and to the will to live more and made my pain worthwhile...
I've been writing for quite a while now. But my writings were too vulgar, brutal and demonic, so after battling my life though the woods of pain, anger and loneliness I came to realize that by writing those ain't gonna ring the freedom bell.
My writings are based on my experiences in this barren land of thirst and hunger. They are real to me and that is why I am still alive.Coz I still have a reason to live, to tell the world that after pain there will be joy and thats how life is."Pain always defines freedom". Peace..