Sat down to write, a bunch of stuff in my mind but none I could write on paper. Too much stories a paper wouldn't care to hold, too much pain a paper wouldn't bear to heal, too much weight that might tear it all apart.
But I still sat down. I still tried to write, hoping that maybe, just maybe, this pen would reveal to me my true identity; the person I have now become. I was looking for answers. I was looking for a shield, a one that could protect me from all these thoughts of mine. And after I sat down, I thought about it. I thought about all these problems I've been having; these problems that were causing me to frown. But somehow, I didn't frown. Somehow, ink flooded onto my papers and words started pouring out of my pen. Memories were unleashed into the present and possibly the future. Sad might they be, they still made me smile. Or maybe it was a certain feeling of relief that got to me. And after a while, I got up and walked out leaving the pages I wrote right where I wrote them. I just walked out. Let the generations ahead learn from my mistakes. Let the people walking beside me take a dip in the pile I created. Let the followers that might be expand their boundaries. I left them there, no covers, no hidden truths.
As I passed by the door step, I realized that I might have found my shield. These thoughts of mine, the ones I needed protection from are the ones that saved me. The pen I held on to was my shield.
But I still sat down. I still tried to write, hoping that maybe, just maybe, this pen would reveal to me my true identity; the person I have now become. I was looking for answers. I was looking for a shield, a one that could protect me from all these thoughts of mine. And after I sat down, I thought about it. I thought about all these problems I've been having; these problems that were causing me to frown. But somehow, I didn't frown. Somehow, ink flooded onto my papers and words started pouring out of my pen. Memories were unleashed into the present and possibly the future. Sad might they be, they still made me smile. Or maybe it was a certain feeling of relief that got to me. And after a while, I got up and walked out leaving the pages I wrote right where I wrote them. I just walked out. Let the generations ahead learn from my mistakes. Let the people walking beside me take a dip in the pile I created. Let the followers that might be expand their boundaries. I left them there, no covers, no hidden truths.
As I passed by the door step, I realized that I might have found my shield. These thoughts of mine, the ones I needed protection from are the ones that saved me. The pen I held on to was my shield.
