Diary of a Writer

Diary of a Writer

I wished I could say what I felt.
I wished I could understand me.
I wished I could speak out.

I tried so hard to understand others.
I tried to be a friend.
How could I understand someone else if I didn’t even understand me?

I then began to write.
I created worlds with my favorite plants and colors.
I gave life to characters that cried my tears and leapt in my joys.
I invented plots and schemes that took me to places I dreamed of visiting.

I found peace in a fictional environment.
I found passion embedded in writing utensils.
I found a place to hide from a cruel world.

Though, I discovered something horrific.
I discovered that I was fostering neglect.

I have a philosophy now.
If you look for peace in vain in this world, then find another one,
But always be willing to come back home, or you’ll miss something important.