The Writer’s Soul.

Some may believe I’ve stopped writing. This is not true. I may have been silent for some time, but I will never stop writing.

The pen is the only thing that allows my heart no fear. The paper stares blankly at me, begging me to share my deepest secrets, desires,and fears. So without fear or inhibition, I allow the pen to flow freely over the desperate paper, fulfilling it’s wish to be full.

If you confront me, I will back down. Later, I will write to you all the things I wish I could have said.

Why is this so? Is it because it is easier to hand someone a piece of paper and run away while they can see the depths of your soul scrawled out, than it is to look someone in the eye and be that vulnerable, face to face?

Maybe the writing does let you hide in some small way. Maybe it does leave the facade that you can walk away with some dignity. But the truth is, us writers will bear more of our soul on paper than we or anyone else could face to face. It allows for a vulnerability that normal people just block. And I truly do believe, that that says something.