I have recently spent many hours contemplating the amount of time I have endured over the course of my life encapsulated within the concrete vault of hospital walls, entombed in the casing of dry-walled office partitions and shrouded by the protection of the walls of my home. And although I would never described the feeling as being trapped, there is always a moment or two of feeling somewhat ensnared by the constraints of my life. The only thing that gave me true escape from those walls was writing.
There are no confines and no limitations when it comes to imagination. There are no barriers that trap thoughts in one place. Writing gives the freedom to be outside of my reality and float above my world, if only for a while.
Writing allows me to purvey thoughts and feelings that beg to be unleashed and creates a world of whimsical words. Some of those words are uplifting and some are deeply scarred with truth. Regardless of how the words spill onto the page, the combination of those letters help to break down the barricades of real life and create a portal into inspiration and thought. The hard outer shell of my existence crumbles and that gravel paves the road for my creative journey.
No one avenue will ever be the same. Each artery of language will have its own unique characteristics and each of us is drawn through a different vein of creativity. Writing, for me, is freedom and once the words come, all of the walls in my reality seem to fade away.