I’m currently working on a novel that I’ve found is an amazing way to express years of thoughts trapped otherwise with no means of realize.
I keep starting and stopping.
I find myself wincing at the thoughts these words bring back.
And feelings that I thought I had long forgotten.
I feel as those these characters are alive in my mind all the time.
That I don’t want to place them through these ordeals that I have to in order to get all of these frustrated thoughts out of my head.
I know it’s just fiction… but it’s such a massive part of my heart and damaged soul that I’m putting on display.
