Pen on the paper, fingers to the keys, thoughts to the world. Every particle of emotion, every ounce of thought, is put into that piece of writing. Every minute, every second spent put into that world, is an ounce of life, an ounce of belief in writing. Putting it simply, I believe in writing. My heart, my soul, my love. It’s everything I enjoy, everything I need to get by. Emotions that rush through my body, tears the overcome my eyes, make it into the world on a piece of paper. My thoughts flow freely throughout my body, making it finally and desperately to the nerve endings located at the ends of my fingertips. My writing pieces are my music for the world, the song that, although never vocally sung, keeps my rhythm of time. I believe in writing like a child believes in wishing on stars. My imagination never stops creating images and stories that can be brought to the world through me only. It’s my dream, the one that follows me from the darkness of night, behind my eyelids, and shadows my every step in the daylight. Although I have been told countless times that becoming a writer is much more difficult then placing words on paper and saying, “I’m done, let’s get it published.”, the thought that my life is writing, my love is writing, my dream and destination for my life all leads to writing, never truly leaves the front of my mind. It doesn’t matter to me that the road ahead is going to be a difficult one… Every road in the world has bumps and sharp turns. It only matters that I am pursuing a dream that I believe in. There have been times, as I am sure everyone has experienced, where my mind and body were so overloaded by thoughts and emotions that I felt as if the world had turned against me and no one would understand. During these times, when tears slowly take over my eyes and escape down my cheeks, I open my journal, pick up a pen and write. Writing does not judge. It does not sit and stare at you with patronizing eyes, although I have learned that life is difficult and you should care not what people feel about you, but what you feel about yourself, it is still comforting to find one thing solid in your world on which you can depend to tell your every heart wrenching secret, and know that it is sitting silently, holding your hand, with non judging eyes. Whether it be my blog, my journal, my poems or my stories my writing creates me. And maybe, some day, my writing will help some girl, like me, realize that in a world with so many, she is not alone. If I believe in anything, I believe in the power of writing. This, I believe.