BossHikarie

I have already come to terms with the fact that perhaps, it is true that my heart has always been someplace else. That I was never meant to stay here. With all the wildness going on in this goddamn head of mine, it would simply be an act of insanity to just leave all the wildness in here to rot. I had to let it bloom for the world to witness, to experience. Because when I am in writing, I am in both my purest form and deadliest state. I am not certain as to why this is so. All I know is I love being a writer— like second nature. Like an impulse, I could not ignore. To weave words in their most perfect order. To become a mouthful of stories about this imperfect life. Because this is me flying. This is me being a writer. Escaping— holding the keys to whatever universes out there that awaits me.

I have already come to terms with the fact that perhaps, it is true that my heart has always been someplace else. That I was never meant to stay here. With all the wildness going on in this goddamn head of mine, it would simply be an act of insanity to just leave all the wildness in here to rot. I had to let it bloom for the world to witness, to experience.

Because when I am in writing, I am in both my purest form and deadliest state. I am not certain as to why this is so. All I know is I love being a writer— like second nature. Like an impulse, I could not ignore.

To weave words in their most perfect order. To become a mouthful of stories about this imperfect life. Because this is me flying. This is me being a writer. Escaping— holding the keys to whatever universes out there that awaits me.