A Writer's Confession

The thing about being a writer is that I've always wanted to vent my blatantly truest perceptions on the things that are around me, especially about people.

I am a perfect contradiction in character - a total ignorant when it comes to what is happening to the ROW (i.e. rest of the world) yet too boisterous when it comes to analysing so-called facts.

Moderation is what I think as the most utterly boring and absurd thing anyone can do with their lives. Stability bores me so much that it tears me apart from within. Yet, despite my inner rage to go frantically frenzy every other day, I chose to stay grounded.

That inner battle, my friend, has been there since the day I was born (trust me, it's true).

Which explains why my writing now is too grounded and safe. It has been long since I've last provoked and shocked minds that would push readers to their limits. Too long it has been since it was deliriously dangerous.

It also explains why my writing hardly evolves from things other than just me. The plots are largely true to my life in some ways, otherwise exaggerated and become what we label as fiction which is not quite far from the truth itself. Creating storylines like Harry Potter is an uphill battle. So yes, I lack the imagination of a true writer.

Despite this lacking however, words do come whispering to me occassionally. Like a friend, they choose their own convinience to visit and leave.

So, whenever they come whispering, I shall write them. Again and again until a point they just stop doing so.

I doubt they ever will.