I Love to Write

I love to write.
I don't know, too many things I didn't like. And just to write, I could forget everything. I wrestle with words to forget all the problems that exist. I played with a sentence-by-sentence paragraph to arrange the imagination that makes me happy. I can see something new after so long just met with the things that I think has been very bored.


I love to write.
By writing, I can imagine. Without wine, my mind can fly. Yes, I'm happy. Very happy. I even remember the last time I hurt when I've started writing. By writing, I can pour what had been there in my brain. I don't need friends to vent. I said, just need paper and pen. That's all. And I've been able to share. Pouring imagination.

I love to write.
By writing, I feel free. My mind will wander free. I don't need rules. Never mind the risks. Just need to think about what I want and I can start writing. My soul will free. I'm out from jail. Of iron bars prevented. Of stocks that shackles. I could write anything. Yes, anything.

I love to write.
By writing, I can fly. I can fly. I can spread my wings. Carried the wind. Choosing where to be done my way. I can flying from the bitter reality. By writing, I can write my own story sweeter. Which according to my wishes. Although in the end isn't the story for me. Although only my imagination.

I love to write.
Only by writing, I can dancing. I'm not a dancer! At least, my fingers can dance. Gemuali hand can scratched ink ballpoint pen on a clean white sheet. Shrewd move my fingers on the keyboard. Dancing from one letter to another letter. Form a sentence. Develop a paragraph. Create stories show.

I love to write.
Because writing is like a love. I can laugh and cry. I smile when imagining will suck a sweet storyline. I was teary when I wrote a sad story. Or even I'm crazy because I imagine someone who became my inspiration in the characters.

I love to write.
By writing, I can feel all the sweet things extremely beautiful in the world. I can enjoy every rush of wind in the face. I can heard friction leaves flirting. By writing I can stringing all the fantasy-imagination. Tried to assemble the pieces into a composition story.

I love writing.
I love all the parts when writing. I love when I started thinking. My mind flew away. Fell back with an imagination. I love when I turn on the computer. I love open the word processing application program. I love the sound of my keyboard keys are pressed. I love my work when I looked at the paragraph. I love to death while re-reading my story has been finished. And I will not be able to turn away from him when I save my file in a folder. I love writing, because that sweet taste.