Whimsicalidocious

I used to like writing. I have so much ideas in my head that sometimes it feels its going to burst. In my mind, stories and images run vividly like a show or movie unfolding on a screen. I had always wished that I was gifted with an artistic hand for I could never translate what I see into beautiful drawn pieces for the world to see. I tried to learn but my hands have a life and mind of their own. I couldn’t make straight lines and perfect curves unless the needed result was a stick person.

Then I tried writing.

I used to be able to say what I had in my mind. It was working better than drawing. Although there were instances that people still could not picture what I was trying to say, I was happy that there were others who understood me perfectly. I had forgotten how to love writing once it became a task and not an enjoyable break from all the stressful things that can happen to a person in one day. Sometimes I just want to write. Without a thought as to what I am saying but just letting the words flow freely.

This is my new beginning. This time, this space is mine. A place that I am free to write freely about nothing and everything. I don’t want to be understood by all. If I’m lucky enough to find a handful of people who can understand my random thoughts and babblings, I’m happy.