I used to love to write. Now I just write. I write the truth, in all the senses of that word. I try to point the harsh truth as beautifully as I can on the canvas of ruled sheets as to enthrall the mind of the reader and move something within them.

I write to let go of my baggage. To lighten the load. To silence the screams. To pour sound in the echo. To fill the void. To survive.

I pour my life onto the pages. Slowly and steadily. Each sentence written is a piece of weight off my shoulders. I feel lighter every page. I sent to feel weightless, to fly off in the sky and never return. To be free of worries and tensions. To fall in love with someone who won't break my heart. To sing as if I don't have a care in the world. To live the life I've always wanted. I want to have 'the time of my life'.