Yes, a writer's blood is red, but we also bleed in a multitude of other colors as well. Our blood oozes red, black, blue, and 50 shades of graphite.

And we all tend to our wounds differently.

Some mistakenly try to cleanse their wounds with alcohol.

(it only burns, and delays the healing process.)

Some try to protect their healing wounds by concealing them as they try to stop the bleeding and avoid infection.

And then there are the writers. We leave our wounds exposed allowing them to be aired out, and willingly risking any and all chances of infection.

Yes, writers, we expose our wounds to the world, but only in the hopes of helping those who cover their wounds to know that they are not suffering alone, and to try to heal ourselves in the process.

Yes, writers bleed openly non-stop; in multitudes of colors.

Along with pathetic and quite sad, I find it **** strange, that some people have given up what they had, just for the taste of a change.

Now I'm not talking about "honey.

I am tired of the country, let's move to the city".

no !

No, hell What I am referring to are the few that just do as they want to do.

even though it makes you feel ******.

The liars, cheaters, and manipulators who are always searching for the new, and if you're one of them. I have no use for you.