holdelliedown

Um, hi.

My thoughts, being a young adult, get increasingly erratic and my moods swing so fast you would probably get vertigo. Friends and family get muddled and confused with the enemies and they don't (with the risk of sounding cliché) understand me. At all, some of them. Things are always moving, always changing, always leaving me in the dark without as much as a spark. The only thing that remains a constant is writing.

My writing is an outlet, a small hole in my bottled up thoughts and emotions. Through it, they trickle out, leaving a trace of myself (usually a minute part) within the letters. This leaves a part of me raw, vulnerable, exposed. That makes me feel more anxious than anything.

I write when I'm upset, happy, angry - but above all; when I'm inspired.

My imagination is notorious for running away with itself, for playing amongst the fairies, dragons, elves...
Every now and again, my wandering mind finds a path. This path leads to an idea which it picks up and runs with.

That is what my writing is; the inner musings of my imagination.

Hope you enjoy reading it