Some practice yoga. Some paint. Some lift weights. Some meditate. I write. Words give my feelings meaning; galloping across the page and cleansing my heart of its impurities and clogged arteries. Skimming across the keyboard, my fingers give life to my innermost fears, hopes, and dreams. They express what I cannot verbally for fear of judgment and scorn. Writing is my therapist, my friend, and my innermost channel to spiritual expression. In-person, I have become a master of disguise; channeling who I believe the world wants me to be, and dampening my spirit to avoid repercussions. Writing is my freedom from public appearance and from the expectations – whether real or perceived – of this life that I am living.
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The Reason I Live 