The most powerful drug I know, words. Say what you feel, mean what you say, say it loudly and proudly. People tend to think I’m writing about myself. There are bits and pieces of me in some of my writings. Some days I sit and type, others I put pen to paper, and the voices in my head are running a marathon that has yet to end. I can only hope that my writings resonate or entertain someone.
Writing is like good sex; if you do it right, they’ll be back for more.
Words not read, silently spoken, taken for granted, and visually lost are just as powerful as those expressed and read. They are just waiting for their moment.
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My mind runs a marathon, and my fingers can’t handle the pace at which my words formulate as I write. Yet, I continue to release.
Belinda Gulley Bates
WHY AM I HERE?
I’m here to give the voices in my head the opportunity to unleash their thoughts, thus, “Mastering My Thoughts.” Their opinions are mine/mine are theirs, and are subject to change. There will be falsities and illusions dressed with bits of truths because my mind runs a never-ending marathon.
The silence becomes loud voices in my head that murmur because no words can explain the rapture in my mind and heart. And as I search my brains’ depth to retrieve what my heart refuses to let my mind release, I write.
Pen or pencil to paper or fingertips to keyboard, the words flow as if they know their journey better than me. The roads traveled have been hard, and their destination waits for their arrival.
I write not to impress but to inspire. Even if that someone is just me.