THE ESCAPE OF WORDS.

Hi guys, I wrote something beautiful. Please read. 

Was it the stain of ink on the white paper?

Or the clicking of keys on the keyboard, forming words on the white screen?

Or was it the white on the screen and paper?

What was it that made the words my mouth failed to form so easy to write?

How did the jumbled phrases in my mind arrange themselves on the screen and paper?

The emotions my body failed to identify soon found a name on paper.

The feelings that didn’t make sense now had a meaning on screen.

What was it that made me so expressive in writing than in speaking?

Why did I feel better when I wrote down what bothered me?

When did writing become my escape place?

Writing isn’t just about the imaginary stories or the unknown histories told.

It has become therapy in pure form.