Just Write

We are writers. We do not muffle our thoughts. We make them louder, tempting them to overtake our minds. And when our minds and hearts grow weary from the weight of the poetry, we take out a piece of paper. We learn to embrace the feeling of a cramped hand. We learn to follow the journey of our pen. Our eyes trace the simple shapes we have created time and time again. When we finally put our pen down, we have not only unburdened our mind, but we have given life to a whole new world. After hours of careful construction, we excitedly stray into our new universe.

We are writers. We do not fear change, for we are the authors of the future, poets of the present, and storytellers of the past. We do not wish to see our worlds’ end, and so, we write. We write, and we daydream of a soul that we wish to bring life to.

We are writers. We do not fall in love like others. We are enamored not only with their hearts, but with their souls. We yearn to be near them, to hear their true thoughts, to find inspiration in their laughs, their tears, their joys, and their sorrows.

We are writers. We do not drown in the noise of the outside world. Rather, we take comfort in the ink stains on our shirt sleeves, we find joy in the ordinary, and we discover life in the mundane. We let the tear stains on our notebook pages trace the outline of the muddle in our minds. After all, we are writers. And there is no end to the vastness of our imagination.