WRITING FOR LOVE.

I write what I feel.

I put all my thoughts, feelings, fears, joys, ideas and opinions on paper and I choose to share it with you.

It’s risky, people don’t always understand; they don’t always care.

Writing helps me understand who I am as a person, it helps to clear my often cluttered mind.

It gives me a chance to see things from a different perspective and helps me to decide what comes next.

I don’t know if what I write is of any substance or if it resonates with someone somewhere and I don’t write for money either (not yet anyway).

I write because it frees me.

What I cannot say in words, I can write. I believe I’m good at it, at least to some extent.

I love sharing so much of myself with others; life is so short and the world is quite small…

Me sharing my life and my thoughts through writing, makes me feel as if I’m leaving something behind.

Something that shows that I was here.

A legacy of sorts.

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