Writing.

Ever heard of it?

The act, where we bare our souls.

The only time, we can completely be ourselves,

without having the fear of being judged.

It is the only time, we no longer care

for the world, its just the truth and us.

The simple truth.

The only time, where we no longer carry the burden.

It's all penned down, all been poured out.

It is the reason we smile.

It shows us how much our lives have changed

in a week or a month's time.

Some memories, making us laugh;

Some bringing tears to our eyes.

Portrays our strengths, our weaknesses, our mistakes

How and with who we have had good times,

The times we've cried with no one by our side.

The only reason being, it was important to us at the time,

hence we wrote it down.

Apparently, the only one who knows me in and out is my diary.

It is my sanctum.

If you haven't started already, you should.