“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
― Ernest Hemingway
Writing is a creative process wherein one can express self, one’s thoughts and ideals, express love and passion, and express life in a creative way.
Yet, it can open wounds that we thought were healed. It can bring out our suppressed feelings. It can impress insecurities that once we kept inside. In writing, we let others see our chaotic soul.
I am afraid to write. I am afraid that every word will cut scars. I am afraid that every stroke of pen will illuminate the brokenness I have inside. I am afraid that every piece of thoughts written on a paper will shout how weak I am.
I fear writing as much as I love it. I fear writing that’s why up to now I am still haunted by the voices I hear inside of my head. They want to get out. But I am too afraid to let them out. Because if I do, may be, they will pull my voice to my throat until I can no longer speak and the voices win over. Then, I will be left alone with my own chaotic soul.
― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
Too serious? Curse it to my brain waves. 😛
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