To my readers

To my readers, I wonder if you’re like me; you sit alone at night fascinated by the darkness, that’s the exact moment where my mind begins to spread its wings like an owl searching for heartbeats and eyes stirring with provocative ideas attractive as an action of flesh that ends in wakefulness. My fingers play beautiful music with my pen.  Writing has helped me to make sense in this fanatic world. There are days when I don’t know what to write, and I have to admit that there is so much to learn about writing. I’m not afraid of criticisms. I’m my own worst critic, trust me. Sometimes there is a thick cloud of confusion swarming around my mind and I can’t find the right words to write. Then negative thoughts will start whispering in my ears things like: “this is not good enough” “this is not the appropriate word” “this is not creative enough, it looks boring”, etc and I just sit staring at a blank with million questions roaming inside my mind on which is the best way to start writing this particular piece? Recently, I come to a conclusion that it is fear that is holding me back; I’m learning to start believing in myself and in my work. My advice for you is to start to give yourself some credit, don’t stop writing (there are no limitations or rules when it comes to writing), and push away all your negative feelings.

Dear readers, I just want you to read me from the pages of your hearts.