words

i write, not for the pleasure in writing, not for the sake in writing,
but for the sake of myself. it's my safeguard.

for words have all the patience in the world, they do not judge, they do not criticize.
they listen, and listen well.

people, you worry. worry about what they think, what they'll do. and you always have to worry if you tell a person a secret. will they tell other people?

parchment always has tight lips, and never ending patience. it's a friend, though it doesn't talk back.

you can write all you want about other people: judge others and yourself, and divulge your deepest darkest secret into it, and you never have to worry about it blabbing everything to someone else.

and, when you write something down, it eases the pain and anger a bit, it gives you some sense of renewal. sometimes, it can give you closure.