It's only words...

The words above of Mr.Rob Ryan. I love his work. He says some really interesting things and his work is very beautiful and sweet and very much absorbed in elements of human emotion and experience. I think he and I share the same sort of mind.
 I don't feel empty inside thankfully. In fact I'm very full up of lots of things. I love writing though. I can't survive properly without putting my thoughts into words. It's not necessarily a therapeutic thing where I feel I'll go a bit crazy if I don't tell people how I feel and release everything that's wildly going on in my mind. It's more that if I have something to say then I don't see the point in not saying it. I could write it all in a private diary if it was for therapy but what I write is to be shared. Now, whether people actually read what I have to say doesn't really matter. The fact is, I've written it and shared it and that's enough for me. If they do read it and think I'm a bit of a fairy, that's fine. One is what one is. And the way I see it, if they loved me in the first place then they'll still love me and if they didn't then it doesn't really matter!
On the topic of me being a fairy- sometimes I toy with the fact that I may not be a human but in fact a changeling. You know one of those creatures that the fairies put into the cot when they steal the human baby. I've been raised a human but I think I have a lot of fairy qualities too. On the other hand, I don't have wings and can only occasionally make magic happen.
Moral of the story: I love words; and though they often stand alone as being beautiful, when strung together, they can become something magic.*Tweet