by FA Paine
I don't know what I would do without these words. They drown me with their beauty, conquer my soul with their slight curves, and make me cry with their stamina.
These pages have possessed me with their deep meaning that I can see, I can hear, I can taste on the tip of my tongue.
I write when I feel sad, just to pour my emotions. I feel them burst open, releasing all the pent up sadness.
Every single sentence I have written has secured me from all the blank emotions that keep coming back.
These characters have taken over my body, cherished it, yet left parks I cannot get rid of.
These voices have turned into my friends. Telling me what to write, they guide me, make me make all sorts of twists and turns. It's a path to bliss with vines in the way.
Why I Write
I write because I can. I write because I can only write. I write to make ME happy. I write because it has taken over my life. I write because I am insane without words
Age does not matter. I started at eleven, and I will never stop writing.