Writing is my escape, my freedom, it is what I use to elude reality. I pick up a pencil and it takes me to a new land, a new world.
I lift a pen and it flies me to freedom, it's ink is my wings, the words are my feathers. The page is my canvas and I, it's loving artist. Each stroke of words creating a work of art, a stone in the path that I am paving.
The path, to freedom.