why I am here

I don't know.. :\

i've always been curious about who has been hiding
behind my pen.
Writing started as a way to escape
everything I had been feeling,

and it was easier to just get it out on
paper.

but I stopped writing...
I started getting
busy

there was never enough
time
in
world

for me to show my creative side.

no one knows that I write...

or at least used to.

and yet I write again
to express my feelings

because with no other
can I share them.

alone: what I sometimes feel,
even though I know I am
not.

but I just can't help myself

hopelessly devoted

to my writing.