When the pen is the word of my mind…

When the pen is the word of my mind… The words should come out of my mouth, but the words have no meaning to me than in writing. They come one after the other, spoken they block me, they are rocking my thoughts and my feelings plunge into shock, the white paper is intended to euthanasia liberating a communication which I have never been close … My mouth closes, my heart opens and it is the sound of my emotions on paper that covers the silence. I do not seek beauty, sincerity and intensity of my writings forcefully convey the … Continue reading When the pen is the word of my mind…