The alcoholic and the smoker and the drug addict—they all have one thing in common, and that is that they try to forget in order to ease the pain. The alcoholics forget their memories, the smokers forget their anxieties, the drug addicts forget their worries; all forget their pain.
But the writers... they can never forget, because if they forgot all that happened to them—all of the pain they've experienced, all of the sorrow they've felt, all of the broken-heartedness they've endured—they would cease to have anything to write about.
Writing is both the best and most painful form of self-medication. Alcohol and cigarettes and drugs can give the illusion of erasing the pain, but the written word is as harrowing as the root cause of the misery that provoked it.
When a writer is sad, they do not attempt to make themselves forget, nor do they repress the emotions within themselves. Instead, they harness the agony and sorrow, and all of the feelings that had been entrenched deep inside their souls, and face them head-on, all the while stringing words together and hoping that they'll make sense once they reread them with dry eyes.
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PoesíaThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
