Why I write

"Words that live deep within me I wish I could bring to life,
like a wordsmith may I shape my stories and continue my strife."

My name is aeroshika and I am a girl driven by religion, love, emotions and words and every power, every sensation that is true and sincere, that requires a bond with the heart and feeling. I strongly believe that the Creator blesses each and everyone of His beings with an ability to express his or her art, the ability to give a free rein to all that is alive inside us, all that should be given a form that can be felt by the active senses of mankind. When I started to realise that we are all gifted as I child, I craved to know what my gift was, I wished to unwrap it and let my eyes sparkle, while looking at a thing of unique beauty, something that would be just mine.

Years went by and my desire to stablize lacking self-worth grew. A complex I closed my eyes to with words, each more mesmerising and beautiful than the first, millions of them in books that took me places, in poems that opened a path to my own heart, in my thoughts and then it came as an epiphany in me and since that realisation there have been many. Memory is the most gentle disciplinarian because it organises thoughts and it tells me that I have always written, if not on paper then on imprints of a magical me, my memory and if I was asked why then I would say, because writing helps me live, it evacuates a vaccum, fills everything that I want with an undiminishing, animate energy. I write because I must, I write because there is a saner spirit inside me that needs its freedom, I write because I cannot tolerate captivity of an inner self that comes alive through every word that I string on paper or in my mind, I write to survive.

I am stripped of every fear, every doubt, every incapacitation when I hold a pen in my hand, I feel myself a liberator when I spell out my truths from another world existing inside of me when ink from my pen decorates an empty sheet. I write as I breathe and I breathe as I write, without one the other cannot be, because words rush like blood inside me, an elixir for the dying, a cure for a torn heart, I write because that is what I can do, I write because I must fulfil this purpose through what I have been blessed with, it is my duty to enlighten and free, with every pulsating sensation that is known to me.