I have never been much of an ink and paper girl. I prefer to think and let it seep through me. It’s unexplicable how my thoughts fly away…Sometimes, I have to let them go. It’s like when I hold them in, when I try to concentrate, there’s a force wanting to burst. So,I do not write, I only think.
Yet,the power of writing is what I strive for. The chance to just sit and write…two or three sentences without fearing this force, this presence watching me, waiting to discover all my secrets…so I think. And the next, I disappear.