12-21-15 twenty nine days clean
Sometimes I wonder how much of this i want.
Do i really want the world to maybe someday know every aspect of my personal life?
Do I want to leave what I call home even if I hate it here?
Do I want to prove my parents wrong? Will it be worth it?
All of these questions inside of my head and I can't answer them.
Should I even keep going?

But.
Then I think of why I want people to know about me and my writing.
I want to look into the crowd and see a thousand faces singing the lyrics,
I want to be able to see people creating memories, expressing their stories in a million faces full of hope.
I want people to be able to look at me and say, "what you're doing, on stage, in ink, saved my life."
And yes, I know, there are a billion people crafting safe havens like this through the static release known as creative writing, but it just takes one person to get through.
Just because there are hundreds of concerts occurring right now, with fans whose hearts and brains are on fire with love for the alternate universe they're caught inside of, doesn't mean just anyone can waltz into that and feel that same magic.

My point is,
I want to write forever.
I want to affect people with my words.
My only hope here is that I'm already doing that.
- (m.m)

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