Staring
at a blank paper for a while and then just follow your own brain
waves.
Picking
up a pen and writing gives me the feeling I’m not thinking at that
moment.
A moment
later, look at the paper. Look at all the pages filled with words. The feeling
of not thinking but still putting on paper what you think. Do you understand
it?
I like
writing about life and what I do and think about. Writing makes me
understand my real feelings and thoughts I can’t come up with while sitting and
thinking.
I write
to find out what I’m thinking, to find out who I am. I can fill
thousands of pages with my thoughts and things in the world but I can’t tell
thousands of stories about it.
I write
because I want to remember and words hold more truth than memories
sometimes. The truth is always hard to tell and hear. I find my truth in
writing.
To read
the things I wrote in the past makes me smile. It makes me remember how I felt
at that time. Go back into your own history. I still relate to
words on old paper.
Words
are just words, they get in my way. I can never say what I wanna say, who will
understand it anyway? It’s such a waste. Papered Words explain what I can't
say.
I think
everybody is scared to say the things worth saying. I’m that afraid of saying
it that I write it down. That way I’ll only have to find the courage to hand it
over.
Write me
the words that are left unsaid!
ah, deze!
ReplyDeleteHet is waar! Maar tekenen kan ook helpen :D
ReplyDeleteHahah dat laat ik aan jou over dan! Tekenen is niet mijn talent ;p
DeleteSo true!!! It's why I write...
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