At some point in life I resort to writing as an outlet for my expressive soul.
There are many ways to express oneself — through art.
I could draw a picture of characters whom I loved.
I could sing a song which is a mirror of my soul.
I could play a melody which carved the strongest emotions of memories.
I could compose a music where my creative energy flowed.
And I could write imaginative stories brewing in my head.
I could write the bizarre dreams I had.
I won’t stop at one, and I will stop at none.