I didn’t write for the fun of it
I didn’t write because I found it fun
I had nothing else
I didn’t have a mobile phone
I didn’t have a Walkman
I didn’t have good friends
At times I didn’t even have family
Writing was all I could do when I had no strength to dig myself out of the dirt
If I didn’t write I would be in fits of tears and high states of anxiety leading to agony
Anxiety isn’t just mental
Writing just like painting some say its gotten better with the time
I dont know if its aged, if my writing age is even the same
I don’t know if people relate but I give it ago
A lot of the time I’m just living out here on a wing and sometimes I give up thinking
other days I have a 6 horse race inside my head
I’ve had more races inside me lately then using wings
