On Writing

I remember the times when I wrote because I needed to, when life wouldn’t make sense unless I put pen to page. It’s not quite like that now. Maybe I got better at living, or worse at writing. Does it matter? What is, is, and I still love to write. And sometimes, I do still need it as I used to – not so much to find solutions, but to calm me. And maybe, with this lessened dependency, my pen is a more powerful tool, for instead of me speaking to it, it can speak to the world.

-muse