Why I Write....

I write as a therapy... It has helped me to understand better what surrounds me,but mostly it has helped me to understand myself. This I owe to my grandpapa. I should've had eight or nine years at the time. I had this anger burst and he gave me a pen and a paper. I didn't understand the lesson and he told me to write. Write whatever you feel, whatever you're thinking because the paper can hold everything, and it won't say a word. Since then, it has been not a habit, but an addiction. Writing is sort of my best frind and worst enemy. I can't live without writing. Poetry, essays, you name it. It helps me to get things out of my mind and system. When it's out, you can make better sense to what's going on and you feel a whole lot better.
But I also do fear it. I treat it with respect. When you write, things that you don't know that existed come to life just by means of the written word. You realize things that you wouldn't imagine thinking. I mean, it's a dangerous path for me. I've never followed it to the end, I always stop when it gets too hurtful. Someday, I will see where it leads me.