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| Words by with-accusing-eyes (words can mean anything, but in the end, they mean nothing at all) from deviantart.com |
“I know that what other people think are not so important as knowing, that the ones in your life you care the most sees your heart in a way that doesn’t need for words.”
Writing is the only way I could pour my heart and soul into. It is the only way in which I could explain myself—why am I like this and that, and what do I really want in my life—and the way with which I always come up with an understanding of my own self. It’s a reflection…a mirror of some sort. This, I realized, is the thing I love doing the most. It’s a gift God has given me to nurture. It’s the only way I could let others look into my heart. I always hate being judged for whom I’m not, and I wanted them to know what lies beneath this skin. Words, I’ve come to discern, aren’t always enough to express, but strong enough to leave an impression. I know that what other people think are not so important as knowing, that the ones in your life you care the most sees your heart in a way that doesn’t need for words. Maybe, it’s one of the best things about family and friends—to let them know you even without telling them. Not everyone knows, though. And I’d like to think that I could reach them with my printed words. This is my world, and I realized that only very few have come into it.
