I am a writer; it's probably one of the most horrible things really. They say "a writer is the sum of their experiences," I find that true. You end up reliving experiences all over again that you tried hard to forget, reopening old wounds. A self destructive art form that will leave your emotions scattered and bruised. However, for as long as I could remember  my greatest comfort has been in the shadow of my words. It is in them that my soul has found this overwhelming sense of home. Night after night, I sit all alone and I get lost in them in order to find myself again. They give me the strength to silence the torrential downpour of screams and voices that cloud my head; my words are the ones who saved me when the rest of the world left me for dead. Now I am a slave to this pen and paper.
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KhaleseyG KhaleseyG Apr 20, 2019 03:42PM
Alright guys, I think I’m about ready to start writing again. I’ve been in THE WORST writers block and a bit of a funk (still in it) but, I’m starting to remember that that’s what got me started as a...
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