Writing is an art. A collective art. It can provoke, shows feelings and emotions, happiness, sadness, and anxiety. Writing has calming soothing effect as if it has aroma...an aromatic therapy.
Solitude writing? Writing has wings, beautiful wings of colors that surrounds the writer. It can fly and flutter like butterflies. It can float and swim on water like a fish or a whale.
Writing is magnifique, sensual and sensitive to the creative mind; to the one who reads and the one who writes it.
Writing is a progressive soliloquy of the mind with vivid interpretations of the writer's imaginations, perception, and over all memory.
Writing is more of the intelligent intellectual kind trying to persuade the readers to convey the idea beyond the writer's point of view. The messages are then relayed to one another in a circular path and route. Writing has a spin with its yarn spinning endlessly to everyone's desire.
Writing makes us grow. It is the foundation of collective intellectual cooperation between minds of the writer, readers, and the receiver of the literary works.
Writing is fun. It make us happy and enlightened. It offers a glimpse of hope and that's why I am still writing up to today...
P.S.
Tomorrow is another day and
I would be writing once again.
After all I am ALIVE as anybody else.
To those who died > May their souls rest in peace.
