• fearlessforever 6w

    All my life I have looked at words as though they are the unheard voices of my soul; the soul, that is on journey for a very long time. I find them stuck either in my head or my throat because even though they want to come out, the articulation just happens to be an impossibility. I try to calm down, thinking that this will ease the voice and then probably the words will be there on the page, but the feeling of dissatisfaction lurks even when I pour my entirety on the paper. To me, writing is becoming addictive, but still words, many a time in comparison to the flood of my emotions are so very few and hence, the thirst of articulation remains with me.