Writing. Period.

Writing just for the fun of it. Feeeeling the keyboard, petting each syllable.

Writing for my soul. To mark down important moments as they appear into my world. For making sense of the journey, and then letting go, trusting it.

Writing to lend helping hands. To draw sign posts on the complicated life for a simpler voyage.

Writing is mere words. Thoughts. We are more than them. But in this life, this is part of the way.

Writing, I tell my way to peace.

Peace is here, fellows. We always have a choice to feel it.

Writing with loving hands, living with peaceful heart and soul…

I love those writing periods.