I am not a writer nor a poet and such but writing helps me. When I’m sad and lost, a paper and pen comfort me. I have no particular topic to write with but whatever I wrote in that piece of paper is a soothing relief to my heart. Some people find it odd cos I oftentimes cried while writing. There’s something about them that reminds me “I am who I am”.
The paper doesn’t talk, but it carries the entire burden I have inside me. The pen doesn’t talk either, but it wipes away all my sadness. Yes, I am a very emotional person, I could say. I hate being sad, I just hate it; and I can’t stand it.
I am not alone cos my friends and family surrounds me but I feel empty – really empty.
Labels: feelings, loneliness, papers, pen, sadness