Sunday, January 29, 2012

Why I Write

I've been thinking a lot lately.  About everything.  And tonight in my various wonderings I realized why I write.

I have a very hard time sharing my heart with anyone, even my closest friends has been broken.  The one who did it doesn't know it, and I didn't realize it until recently.

My mom actually pointed that out to me the other day, when my sister was doing her job of prying.

I write to share my heart in the most indirect way possible.  I fumble with words in real life, but in writing I can tweak it, fix it, bend it, coat it, until it has the meaning I want to convey, and a strand of my heart twisted in it.

It's how I share me.

God bless,
Charlotte Grace, the Mind Traveler