I love to write about my emotions though I am not skilled at it, yet.
Our moments try to define us they sneak into our souls and take over; once they succeed, they take over our lives. Our struggle to fight our moments can kill our souls; my moments have tried to kill me a few times. Our moments will bury us; suffocate you over and over until we can no longer breathe. Then we no longer know any other way. Finally, we are paralyzed by our moments. lz
I write what is inside my soul
You see my soul was scared many years ago.
By letting my spirit slowly lie dormant and do nothing. My soul was exposed to everything, as you can see a glimpse of in my writing.
The only layer left for a long time has been my soul. In return, my soul has received many scars. Some of which may have never healed completely or I never allowed them to.
Writing has always been my only outlet, pushing my pain onto the page has allowed less scaring to my soul thereby allowing my spirit to slowing awaken.
Therefore, you can see I have a bittersweet relationship with my pain. I love to write yet I hate to hurt.
Thanks for reading.