Today, I came across a poetry.. which stated that when you're happy there is no explanation to it, it doesn't require you to bleed your emotions onto paper, it simply remains. It baffles me because writing has always been an escape, a form of venting if i may put, a scared place just for me and my thoughts.. but when I am happy I don't have this need to visit the forum, I simply move on about. I cannot tell for sure if it's a good or a bad thing but merely my reason of escaping and pouring myself out when I am in deep agony. Perhaps, I blame the society for it, since there are so many sad souls out there, that if ever I decide to write about happiness they may feel I am not one of them.
-Fatima
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