Intricacies

Write

Write, always write.

If you're drifting to sleep and the words swim to you like flakes of dust without a destination, grasp them before they float away and write; reach for your pen beneath your pillow, on your bedside table, on the floor, and write.

Write, and don't ever doubt yourself; you are a writer.

You are a writer; you meet people and you create characters out of them; you hear about the lives of others and you create plots; you run into problems of your own and you create new chapters inside of your head; you come across a polite stranger and you have your characters fall in love. You wonder who you'll meet next and what type of character they'll create and if they arrive somewhere during the next chapter.

Write, always write.

Always write the truth on the ends of paper napkins and fold them into your pockets. Wash them, dry them, read them, cherish them, and when the time comes, fold away your laundry. When you come across these random little notes, don't ask yourself what you were thinking; rather, study them, glide your fingertips over the smudged words and create an endless realm of possibilities for yourself.

You are a writer.

Be honest with yourself; let your tears drip onto your paper, the keyboard, the typewriter, the screen. Let your sadness and frustration drip away when you're upset, when you don't understand, when you feel as if your words won't amount of the next person after, and let it soak up into the ink. Don't wipe away your tears, leave them be; let them create new truths and possibilities, new problems and endings.

Don't tell people your secrets; don't let them know that you come home after a horrible day's worth of work and pour your beaten and battered soul into jumbled streams of words. Don't let them know that sometimes, you don't know what you want to do or where you want to be. Don't let them put you in a box plainly labeled as WRITER; you don't just write, you sing and dance and cry and bleed.

Write, always write.

Writing shouldn't be a chore; it shouldn't be characteristic or fixed, it shouldn't be planned or timed or predicted. The greatest of storms range from a few seconds to days on end, love isn't planned and kisses can not be written out perfectly, so who's to say that writing is?

You are a writer.

Some nights, you'll want to fall asleep without the rush of prose and poetry weaving and etching themselves through the void gaps in your mind like a spinning movie reel. Some nights you'll wish that you didn't feel the unexplainable need to hold a pen or a pencil or have your fingertips hover over the pad of a keyboard with incoherent thoughts and a mindless destination, but you'll write something anyways.

Write, always write.

You are a writer; your words that swim around in your mind are special, they are meant to be shared and read and treasured; your words are meant to be formed into sentences and are meant to flow smoother than the gentlest of waterfalls; your words are meant to spark new ideas, spark opposition, spark visions of love and beauty and fantasy and fiction; your words are meant to comfort and cherish and crawl beneath the senses of your readers.

You are a writer, so write; always write.