Confessions Of A Writer


The funny thing is.. I do miss writing. Miss the thrill of it, Not the "writing for a living" attempts. Not the ugly, commercial side of it.
Not the stress that comes along.And yes, it's turning into one of my fears that I know I have to face sooner or later. I'll lose it for good if I don't do something about it soon, if I don't fight its urge of dragging me down to a loop of silence & blocks.

Writers live in constant battles with themselves and others to stay sane. Yes, it's beautifully damaging in a way. Yes, sometimes we lose ourselves in the process of creating something unique. The ugly truth is.. it's worth it every time! It's like drugs, but more indulging & engaging.

Will I write like before? That, I don't know.
What I know is, it'll stay part of who I am even if I forgot about it for a while, and I hope it stays special. It may come knocking on my doors someday.

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