Am I the only person that becomes warm hearted, when thinking of writing? It’s such an amazing feeling to know that I have a very close friend that won’t tell all my secrets. A friend that won’t stand me up on New Years but will join me to approach the welcoming of a new chapter. A friend that won’t leave me alone when my burdens are too much to bare.
Writing has gotten me throughout my own warfare up against my mind competing with my flesh. By the help of my ink pen that bleed along the trails, my words dragged the pain that I’d endured in my time of need.
There has not been a time in my life that I couldn’t count on my journal to help save the day. Oh my gosh, such peace that transpired through my bones when I’d finished a story and afterwards closing my journal. Oh, what joy can’t I count, what did I miss? Is that even such thing? It’s got to be counted all joy because every moment is memorable and priceless when when writing in involved.
