Darkness merely exists because we choose it above light.
-Chulu Lulu Shwku
I’m not the best writer but I get a certain pleasure in doing it, a release. When I was younger I wrote because I hid behind books and music, I loved the release and the sensation of having a voice, a message even if I had no audience. I often find myself with a pen and paper,old fashioned, writing nonsense unable to fully express myself and finish what I’ve started. I want to write, I want to find a voice for myself. I keep papers of have beens and what ifs, I am no poet or artist merely a being searching and not finding my passion, merely a human. I am a thinker, merely expressing the thoughts that sometimes burden me.
The most dangerous question I can’t answer is,” What’s your passion?”