words running madness.

the problem with being a dreamer, a writer, a poet, is not that they feel more than everyone else. It is that they cannot escape from it. all the pain, ache and explosions,- others can dismiss as merely a feeling that cannot be contained. but for us, there are endless words to describe the way we feel, to actualize the feeling, to give it existence, to gravitate them. the irresistible impulse to label everything, to get to the bottom of every unexplainable feeling is crippling. to live as a writer is non-apologetic. everywhere that you try to escape to, is aesthetically numb. even when you do not see what reminds you of it, words are running madness inside your head.
thank you lelove