The World Of Words As Told By A Writer

This is the best place to be, to let your fears go and be free, to let your mind open up, and bleed out onto the paper.

Pen in hand, tip on paper.

 

Words driving you insane, until your hand rushes across the page, attempting to work as fast as your mind. It’s magical, enchanting, the way the words come. The way my mind dictates to my hand, and the way my hand obeys, no matter how tired or sore it may be.

Pen in hand, tip on paper.

 

Trapped in a bubble that cannot be popped. Trapped, yet with the paper and pen, so very free. Sometimes this bubble seems to be the only thing keeping me on the cliff of sanity. Keeping me from the dark depths of the ocean below.

 

Pen in hand, tip on paper.

The words flow free, it’s like a dam has burst and suddenly the water is fast and strong and powerful, pulling, moving in all directions.

The words scream and cry, bleed and die, yet still remain alive. They seem to be able to withstand anything. The words are eternal, immortal. The words, all words, are powerful enough to trigger tears. Powerful enough to change a person’s perspective, allowing them to see the world as another would see it. Powerful enough to allow the person to be transported to another word and become another person.They have the power to change hearts, stop wars and unite nations.

They have the power over me.

Pen in hand, tip on paper.

I write.