I’m a writer. I speak my mind. I say what I think. What I believe. But. I write what I feel.
Since I was young, I built high walls around my heart. Walls, that were too high for people to climb, walls that were too strong to demolish. Walls that only a clean sheet of paper and a pen had the power to erase.
There is not a soul nor a crowd that can replace the company of a ball point pen and an empty sheet of paper.