People draw and scribble down their experiences thus giving it an outlet for emotions to inculcate into our hearts.A pen can drown your sorrow into pieces, in writing about life and death, religion and the undying search for God, a jammed head with useless clichés, of heartbreak and loss of a once found love, and the intimacy of people to relate to others.
When we talked and opened our hearts for the things that we once grasped, we end up desperately laughing at someone else's pity. We sing about happiness, and memories, and faith and pretended to put a smile for everyone, even if it hurts. Our hearts are filled with whispered agony because of the broken trust. A barrel of tears will fall but the pen will always immensely intensify and ignite the part to hope for love again.
We never fail to jot down about wishes, dreams, and hopes. When we wish we giggled our way to ask reality to give it to us. As we close our eyes we put each dreams together to the feelings and emotions believing that this could be true. The mysteries about life that we hoped to prove to ourselved will lead us to the den of frustrations knowing that things will never be perfected.
Nobody is never afraid of a bittersweet agony of falling again and the things that no one seems to realize that can make us tremble and tumble to the scariest part of the dark and no one will be there to talk to, the pen will humbly let you speak for yourself and sing praises of joy again.
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