I started writing when I was young and didn’t had any friends. For a long time in my life I didn’t had real friends, the ones who stick with you. Or any kind. So I carved them in diaries and back pages of school notebooks with a name and a story. I created my own friends.
I started writing in search of friends and back then it was easy because I hadn’t crossed the point of life where you bump into truth, get married and stuck in a sour relationship. Finding truth is like getting stuck in a one way lane, there is no way back.
I still write but now I know things.
Stories melt, fictional friends evaporate and it leaves a hole little too deeper to be filled.
I think the only reason I write is because I was born with a story too.
Superheroes and writers have one thing in common…they both hide behind something…whether it’s a mask or a pen and a paper!
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