A writer

I believe writers are the most experienced when it comes to putting themselves in someone else’s shoes. A writer creates people and worlds that don’t exist; they force themselves to live anywhere that isn’t here and they become anyone that isn’t them. They lose themselves in their own life of fiction and forget any fragments that have anything to do with reality. They recreate themselves for readers who are hungry for another life that isn’t their own; hungry for another person that isn’t them. You can find a writer’s own blood and tears in their words; you can taste the saltiness of their tears behind each letter and breathe the pain in their blood after each page. How many more times does a writer have to live in someone else’s shoes until they are able to find their own? Non of the shoes fit the soles of their feet and they are forced to end each story with a finale,. They hunt for the next pair of shoes that may fit better; they hope for another place that may feel a little more like home. But in reality, a writer can never stay, a writer doesn’t have a home, a writer clings to their heart filled words and not to an empty house. A writer is always turning onto the next page after the last one was been filled… and with that, a writer could never die when their pages of words live past their beating heart.