I ain’t a good writer, but what I am is a very good storyteller and that helps. When I was a kid I used to make stories and tell them to my friend and felt good about it. Every moment I create in my head is so much pleasurable to my soul that all I breathe is my imagination. When I started writing I never thought it would be so much therapeutic to my soul.
The essence of it makes me happy in a way nothing ever did. Taking me to places I never explored physically but in my fantasies. Every time is precious and what I understood when I started writing was your desires are the only things you should be yearning for. No love would stay eternal. This is not what should break you, the reality is sour I know but it’s true and we can’t do anything about it. So why won’t we accept it and cherish the happenings?