To write, is to come home, to myself.
To write … To have your eyes caught up, hypnotized by the reflection of the window in the silver inkwell, to feel that godlike fever rising to your cheeks, your forehead, while a blissful death freeze the writing hand on the paper. To write also means to forget what time it is, it means that lazy spell in the hollow of the couch, the riot of inventiveness that leaves you aching all over and mentally numb, but already rewarded: the bearer of treasures that you slowly unload onto the virgin sheet of paper, in the small ring of light that is sheltered beneath the lam…To write.” — Vagabond by Colette
“My dream as a writer is simply to dream and to write — I never think of myself as a writer, everyone who knows me well thinks of me as a dreamer.
As a dreamer, my world resides within the clouds and words; writing is my means of translating the universe within my thoughts onto your screen.
My dream as a writer extends beyond mere storytelling; it’s about transporting readers to a realm where boundaries, societal standards, and traditions dissolve into insignificance. In this dreamland of my words, even human language lacks depth; instead, we communicate through the language of the heart. Here, we forge connections not bound by romance, but by the purity of human empathy and understanding.
My dream as a writer is not to reach the world, but to touch those souls who sense the energy lingers within my words — sometimes it’s as passionate as the fire of the first love, other times, as calm as the water effortlessly running through the enduring bonds.
To truly understand someone, you don’t just only read the words he writes, but embrace the lingering energy with them — let them run through your veins and settle in your heart — there, the spell is cast, the seed planted.
“Passion doesn’t have to be expressed with fiery words, and expressive body language, it can also be a fire burning within.” — Robert Greene
My dream as a writer is to unveil the authentic Tracy not to the entire world, but only to those souls destined to sense the dream within my words — casting a spell that endures not just for hours or moments, but for years and decades. Even as time passes, you won’t forget the melody my words sing to your soul, the passion they ignite in your heart, and the euphoria of your mind soaring Oncloudcyy.” — Tracy Ly
I wrote this beautiful piece on Medium a couple of weeks ago, and I hated every single word I had written — when my editor submitted it, I couldn’t face myself hating it. A part of me wished he had rejected it, then maybe I would hate it less — because I wouldn’t have to face myself, lying to myself.
My dream as a writer — is to find the voice of my soul — is to discover the depth of my emotion — is to learn to speak the language of my heart — to discover a part within me that has been buried for so many years due to the fear of being rejected, by society, by standards, by my own family and friends.
The more I write, the more I realize how little I’ve known of myself — because there is so much within I haven’t discovered.
The more I write the more I fall in love with myself — because I am now learning to speak the language of the little girl within me — to give her back her voice.
To write — to publish my writing — is to welcome back a part of myself that has been rejected for so many years — by myself.
To write — to publish my writing — is to come home, to myself.
My dream as a writer — is to come home to myself — to learn to speak the language of my own heart.
If you, by any chance, somehow, stumble on this raw piece of my writing, please leave me a message — because that means you are meant to be on my journey back home.
Welcome aboard — Welcome Home 💛.
All my life, I just want to come home, to myself.
Thank you for reading 💛
My name is Tracy Ly, the author of Oncloudcyy’s Newsletter , the owner of The dreaming Tree Publication House.
I’m glad you read my article and I hope my words find you in time of need.
A couple of my friends think of me as the World-Championship Day-dreamer because I live in my thoughts and dreams more than in life. Maybe life is nothing but our bubble of thoughts and dreams. I love sharing my experiences to the world, hoping that my words somehow make people feel less alone, as writing them does to me.
I write a lot about love, and relationships because I’ve learned valuable lessons about myself and others through the relationships I’ve had in my life. I hope you will resonate on a deeper level with my words and experiences.
If you love reading my words, please do me a honor and subscribe to Oncloudcyy’s Newsletter - the sanctuary I’ve created for all dreamers, whose thoughts take flight on the clouds. And who needs Cloud Nine for dreams when you’re soaring high #Oncloudcyy?
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P.S : I hope you stay a little longer, and enjoy learning the world through the lenses of a day-dreamer ☁️
