I have kept quiet too long now.
Like many, I write. From a young age, I began writing, dreaming, as many do, to one day be published and renowned.
It was always my means of expression, until a couple of years ago, when other things took priority in my life. Only then did I really realise that, what writing means to me has since changed and ultimately, deepened.
I fail at adequate verbal expression for my thoughts and feelings. Ergo-
“That’s where writing comes in. It is as necessary for the survival of my haughty sanity as bread is to my flesh.”
My journals, pages upon pages of thought have long since been misplaced or discarded. And I was silenced. Everything was kept inside.
I have decided to open up now. Please, be gentle.