I write in an attempt to develop insight and unearth the emotions that lie within the depths of my heart. Writing is both a form of therapy and liberation. I often find myself bearing too many thoughts; writing is a means of seeking both clarity and order of my inner being and the outside world. I write for awareness of myself, to capture memories and blend them into a newfound world of perception. I seep thoughts and emotions through ink onto the page, unifying a sea of words into form. Writing provides the opportunity to reminisce in the midst of creating a superior world. Writing is my aid; it is the only way that I can truly express my every thought and emotion. It allows me to identify the intricacies, to magnify them in a way that will heighten my experiences.
Writing is fuelled by emotion. Everything I write is heartfelt and emotive. I strongly believe that emotion validates writing; it provides words with life and energy, allowing them to stand alone. It provides the characters with breath.
Darkness is the vein that seeps through everything that I write; even the happiest of poetry has an underlying subtext of negativity. My writing is about meaning and truth. I will not describe Katy’s reflection but rather the way that Katy feels when she perceives her reflection. I attempt to write to bring recognition to the thoughts within ourselves that we cannot name.
Everything in life is a writing opportunity and that is the way that I view each experience. Writing is a form of revolutionising the world and turning it into everything that I yearn for the world to be. It is an interface between the world that I see and the world that I hope to live in. A place of discovery embedded within memory. Each experience is perpetrated into words, in hope for others to seek solace within the lines. My path is paved with each word, tracing the core of my existence within the rhythm. I write to set myself free.
Writing is a way of life; I write because I need to. I must write, just as I must feed myself. Writing has become an obligation, like breathing. It has become a part of me, like skin. Words are the rhythm of the sentence created so profoundly within my mind. They must be heard. I feel that everything must be captured in words, so it is preserved and does not become lost. Writing is foremost a conversation between myself. When I come to face my death, I hope that my words will speak for me.