Growth

I believe I’ve taken up my words because they are the closest I’ll come to self expression in the freest form. I have talent. My talent is not perfect, but I will never stop working to create beautiful sentences that I can feel proud of. The idea of self expression can be a personal hell to someone who has no idea how to do it. When you’ve got pent up ideas, thoughts, emotions and nowhere to put them you will always feel like you’ve missed out. I could practice drawing, maybe even become good enough to write a story in one picture. I want more than one picture. I want a thousand pictures with a thousand different meanings derived from people with their own interpretation. Although, I’m not very good at letting my work into other arms. Even entering a contest like this, with a piece like this, is a moment of risk. I suppose in writing, it’s much easier to edit your work than in drawing. I can fall in love with entire worlds that I’ve written, and for a moment, I can forget the things I dislike about myself. I can forgive myself for not being perfect when I can create imagery that reaches me in the most vulnerable of places. To write is to grow. I’ve only been writing for about two years, and I can see so much growth. In my vocabulary, in my sentence structure and world-building. But in myself, too. What I value is much clearer to me because the themes I tend to write revolve around the things I’m missing. Writing is not my sole form of self expression. But it is the most candid.