My mind runs a marathon, and my fingers can’t handle the pace at which my words formulate as I write. Yet, I continue to release.
WHY AM I HERE?
I’m here to give the voices in my head the opportunity to unleash their thoughts, thus, “Mastering My Thoughts.” Their opinions are mine/mine are theirs, and are subject to change. There will be falsities and illusions dressed with bits of truths because my mind runs a never-ending marathon.
The silence becomes loud voices in my head that murmur because no words can explain the rapture in my mind and heart. And as I search my brains’ depth to retrieve what my heart refuses to let my mind release, I write.
Pen or pencil to paper or fingertips to keyboard, the words flow as if they know their journey better than me. The roads traveled have been hard, and their destination waits for their arrival.
I write not to impress but to inspire. Even if that someone is just me.