You ask me, “Why I love writing?”
And, I wonder how cannot one love writing!
Writing can do what people cannot. It lets you travel the world far away from the chaos of your life. The world where you can keep your worries aside, forget yourself and be someone you always wished to be.
When you look around and feel a strange kind of unfamiliarity midst familiar faces. When the world comes crashing down but, all you do is smile, smile and smile some more with eyes full of melancholy. Remember that feeling? I know how it feels. I know it all.
So, when life feels like a mess and my voice gets choked behind the enormous burden of emotions, I write. For, when no one understands me, my words do.
By now, you might have perceived me as someone who is a sadist. Maybe I am. Maybe I am not. There's a line inked by Lang Leave which reads “Not all writers are sad but, all sad people write”. I can't agree more. It's not that happy people don't write. They write and they write so well. However, sad people have a weird kind of solace in the words they ink. They turn melancholy into a muse and convert their scars into prose and poetries. Isn't that beautiful? It certainly is.
Still wondering why I love writing?
Well, I hope you got your answer.
© Sheerin Naz.
