Write...

I started writing when I was 21, I mean really writing for the sake of sharing something to the world. I wrote because I was lonely, I wrote because I want people to listen, I wrote because I wanted someone to tell me that everything is okay...

My first few writings were mainly lyrics to my own songs. More than anything else were the fact that I wanted to share a piece of art that came from me, regardless of whether it was good or not, I just wanted to write for an audience. I delved into poetry, I loved the play of words and syllable, I loved the rhymes and of course the rhythm that came after to structuring of all into a song.

I threw heavy poetry at people, I poured my heart and my mind and I did it with artistry in mind. But emotions got in the way, emotions that knew no bounds of music and beats. I began to write what really came to my mind, without the finesse and frills. And I wrote with honesty and intentions but no one understood me because no one listened but even if they did, my words went out and returned empty. My words were insignificant and shallow, my words were crossing the lines of pretentious babbles, made to sound like a cry for help... and it was!

I write today because I am required to, I write because I need to communicate but most of all, I write because I want to remember every moment of it, that one day I can look back, or someone can look back and remember me and what I have came here to do.