Why I write..

As i sit here and write my heart out.. Im thinking about what im writing. its random rambling..

So if anyone reads this.. they will make no heads or tails..

but thats the point of it all a little

cause if everyone understands what your writing.. its a text book they will say..

interpretation and opinion.. these are what matter here..

and everyone has a different one.. thats the beauty of writers..

they write for themselves and sometimes for others to read.

but most of the times theres no point in what others write.. so why read..

we read because we have a void in us, which makes us seek..

fro some shred of meaning and sense which reading seldom fills..

so i suggest write.. no matter what its worth..

it will make you feel better.. very low cost therapy at the most..

but once you have written and spread your heart and mind bare..

then you will realise the layers that were there..

very few other feelings will compare to this one..

because at the end of it, you will surely sit to write the second..

and a third and a fourth till you cant take it anymore..

you will feel like a writer and think of writing a book or four..

but you illusion yourself.. in this manic moment..

your writing because you feel like it.. not for anyone elses romance..

so tommorrow when you sit to write your novel..

you will feel a major block cause you think of Simon Cowell

and him ripping you apart and you lay your emotions bare..

so you leave the idea.. and let weeds grow there..

one day you find it again.. its been days or months or years..

and you sit to write again.. and you feel relieved..

you let go and write some more and wonder why you stopped to feel..

but then thats the beauty of writers.. they write for themselves to bare..

may not think if others like it.. as long as it make them feel grand..