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 because...it 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
I have a very hard time sharing my heart with anyone, even my closest friends because...it 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
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