sunday

there’s something about writing.  watching as a blank, white page slowly becomes littered with tiny black letters, words, sentences, paragraphs… it’s like filling the void with meaning and thought and sometimes beauty. i think that everyone has a different way of expressing themselves. we all need escapes or a release. for some people, it’s music. turning silence into sound. for others,  it’s physical movement [sports, dancing, etc.]. i think that, for me, i like writing because i can let out all of my random thoughts and emotions that no one else cares to hear about. but the paper always listens. and GOD always listens. sometimes i feel like it’s easier to talk to GOD when i’m writing. because i know he HE’s reading [figuratively, of course, because HE's ultimately the one who puts the words in my mind to begin with]. and writing is easier than talking because you can erase or stop mid-sentence to think. thank you, GOD, for the gift of words on paper.