Today, He writes…

Writing had always been an integral part of his life. It has been his only friend since he was a kid. He can still remember the days where he used to write poems as a schoolboy. Poems about death, about friendship, about himself, about smiles, about people he encountered, the stone, the rain, the sun, the stars and so much more! The turning point in his friendship came when he dropped his pen.

He dropped his pen because he was scared. He was scared that nobody would like it. He was scared that he’d fail, that they’d laugh. He was scared if they’d humiliate him. He was scared! He had no sympathy for himself but it was not the same for his writings. He couldn’t stand when his friends grinned making faces while reading his writings. He had no sympathy for himself but, them? It wasn’t the same when it came to them. Because- he LOVED them. He loved them, so he didn’t put them on paper, for they wouldn’t get the place they sought. He dropped his pen because he was learning and that, they’d replace him and his shoes for there stood those masterpieces in front of which he was nothing. He was young and foolish. He dropped his pen for he was ashamed, insecure, and insane and that he was bad at words.

But today, he holds his pen. He holds it because he’s still scared but if he’ll fail by pleasing the bullies for it’d prove them right. He holds it today because he still has no sympathy for himself BUT THEM. Today he writes because he knows if he embraces the paper they’ll decorate him. He writes because they’ll not get the position they sought for it’s not a competition but a simple art of expression and that, the expression needs not to be certified. He writes because he’s still learning and that, they’re still millions who could replace his shoes but not the words for they are what he sees in spite of where he stands. He writes because there exist those masterpieces in front of which his best cannot stand, even like a faint shadow and that, you could replace him but he shall continue. He shall continue for- they are what makes him going and growing.

He keeps on writing because he’s still young and that, he can see long miles in front of him and no matter how slow he creeps or crawls, he can reach the tail if he keeps on writing. He writes because he’s still ashamed, insecure and insane that they’re what give him the vision that seeks and sees nothing but words. Today, he writes for he is still bad at words but it’s what makes his writing animate.

Today, he holds his pen back and writes because he still feels the things he felt years ago but for they are the source of salvation where they were what made him drop his pen yesterday.