Delectable Dee

I was talking with Frank earlier about writing and publishing stories or poems when he asked me,

"Am I a writer? Or do I need to get something published?"

I know I've asked myself that a lot of times when alone and wandering inside the caverns of my mind. I know I love to write and I know that writing is something that I will be doing until I inhale my last breath but what is the definition of a writer and who's got the authority to define such?

These days, when you'd call yourself a writer, people would expect you to be scribbling for your bread and butter or to have your print on a paper or a book.

But what if you just love to pen down every chaos that haunts you inside your head?

I consider myself to be a writer. I don't write for a living but I write. I write for my sanity. I write for my passions and for the many dreams I build with my hopes and faith. I write because I have this need to express what is lodged in my heart and because talking to my own self is considered to be dangerous and alarming (hahaha).

I write because I live and because I live, I bleed and where the naked eyes don't see the crimson birth of pain, there my pen bleeds in behalf of them.


Why do we trust one another so little? I know there must be a reason, but still I sometimes think it's horrible that you find you can never really confide in people, even in those who are nearest to you.
-- Anne Frank

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