monica

People see in different ways. I see in my own way. I could dream of rainbows and gum drops or dream of monsters and witches. I would wake up and find myself crying for no reason and not remember what happened. I would pick up a piece of paper but hours pass by and nothing is there. You stare and stare until it comes to you. Your inspiration. What makes your writing yours. Writing true expirences and how you truly feel. Expressing you feelings on paper. That is what I see. Writing words that come from the heart.