I write out of my heart's content. The beats it makes and the music it creates are words my head couldn't take. So, instead of drowning myself in depression- I write, and write, and write, and write; from dusk 'til dawn, between songs of love and loneliness, over the art of life and death, and everything that don't make sense but matters. I write- for if I don't, my heart and mind will burst into colours with your name on it; you'll appreciate its beauty and radiance, yet I'll be losing the life my family and friends' valued for years. So, I chose to write, every time my thoughts catches a glimpse of you- our memories, made together with love so genuine and with promises so broken. And when the time comes you'll end up running, ringing over the door bell of my heart's door, begging- for chances you've disregarded and actions you've regretted and love you've missed for you've chosen yourself over me; I will choose writing over you. For it has not left me through depression and anxiety; since and then.