Why I write in Maze of my mind

strong textI am writing here after such a long time, maybe because I prefer writing using pen, but still I return to these pages. And I will always return to my pages, whether digital or old crisp paper, that hold more of my soul than any other thing in this world. The reason behind my love for writing is that it is my way of escaping. I can put all of my rambling thoughts down on a paper who is my closest friend. Nobody knows how many times I took out my notebook when I was on the verge of crying or breaking down. My poetry also stems from the same. I write down my sadness, anguish, despair and frustration into the verses. I add my rage and my hatred for the world I live in; sometimes between words, to help myself get those feeling out of my system. I write while thinking about my coming future, reminiscing about my past self, wondering about good and bad, doubting the life I live, recalling all those vulnerable moments and feeling the locked away weight on my chest, that has been there for a long time. I write in place of talking, because writing is peaceful and papers don’t judge you. I write when my eyes get sleepy, when I sit in the sun, when the sky roars with thunder, when twilight dawns upon the world, when my mind collapse, when my body gives up, when I want to speak and when I want to run. I write when I feel bad, torn, suffocated, exhausted, depressed or on the verge of crying. I write when I when I feel angry over myself, anxious over the coming days, hopeless over the circumstances and exhausted due to everything. And when I write the paper listen!