Writing so simple and yet complex.
What drives people to put words to a page? Is it hope... madness?
Perhaps is simply an escape, both for readers and author.
For me writing is not
merely making an esc-
ape from reality, but a
realization of it. To
make you ponder, look
around. See the world
for what it is.
Years I questioned myself, what is my calling? My contribution to the world? Is it my undying thirst for knowledge or a drive for betterment.
Perhaps a teacher to those in need.
I write... write to reach people. To write the dark twisted truths and fears of those who don't.
Writing a simply complex form of sharing your soul to another.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
Writing so simple and yet complex.
What drives people to put words to a page? Is it hope... madness?
Perhaps is simply an escape, both for readers and author.
For me writing is not
merely making an esc-
ape from reality, but a
realization of it. To
make you ponder, look
around. See the world
for what it is.
Years I questioned myself, what is my calling? My contribution to the world? Is it my undying thirst for knowledge or a drive for betterment.
Perhaps a teacher to those in need.
I write... write to reach people. To write the dark twisted truths and fears of those who don't.
Writing a simply complex form of sharing your soul to another.
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