The experiment.

Unlike most of you that dwell here, I’m not that fond of writing. Words don’t come easy to me. Especially if it’s written down. It feels like the words burn through my skin, stabs it way out of my fingers as it tries to crawl its way out of the pen.

Writing, as silly as this may sound, makes me feel incredibly vulnerable. Naked.

Write, edit, erase. I try my best to rephrase every sentence as to not show as much skin. I almost always end up frustrated and just trash everything altogether. Which is stupid, I know. Hence, this blog. Unedited, raw words. Fresh from my mind and finger tips.