I write. Who doesn't, really? Some write to be understood, some to just pass the time and leave something behind. Well, I write for all those reasons and for the fact that there's this world inside me I can't seem to make sense of.
I'm not good with actual words, but that's a lie. I'm good with them, I just don't feel they are strong enough until they're written down, until they're acted on.
My actions are always louder. I'm quiet but all the words I write down, they speak not in whispers, they shout and scream, right at the universe. At the endless possibilities until they're heard...
- JoinedJanuary 23, 2016