Writing is expressing yourself with your words, by your words, and through your words. It is putting an word-per-word illustration of your whole existence into a vast collection of combined forms of speech. Actually, it’s more than just expressing yourself.
It’s like stripping naked at a club party and letting everyone see your wounds & scars which you knew they’d dare to touch to know how deep it can hurt you. As they critique what they see as they laid their eyes on the feast you prepared for them, you slowly sink into their minds – destroying and altering what was once known to what is now.
It is like getting lost at the happiest place on Earth and wouldn’t even care if you find the way back or not because getting lost there forever would be an ecstatic dream; a mega-dose of your own fairy tale in your own perfectly described wonderland. You’re like a lost child who wouldn’t even care what’s going to happen a little later because you’re holding onto your white balloon which can take you anywhere you wish to go.
It is like feeling the hype of getting to the top of the mountain after a long exhausting climb and you see the vastness of the land and all your feelings suddenly sunk into the open air. It is like keeping on falling and falling in love with every beautiful word your mind produces and your mouth speaks – not even aware of the senses it made you and your listeners feel.
Writing is you in words. Beautiful. Ethereal. Everlasting.