The words we waste

WhatsApp Image 2017-07-24 at 8.01.04 PM-Summer night 1 AM

somewhere in northern Tunisia

A moment captured by Fatma Abada


The reason why I write at all is my unconditional love for words

I write to express what I feel and the only time I feel like myself is when I’m writing.

I write for the sake of writing itself.

I write to understand?

 I write because I don’t understand what I’m thinking until I write it down.

You know…I like my thoughts when I see them…

Only then I am able to see things clearly

or just see things…

Sometimes I write to remember that I’m alive

When I write I sort of grasp life in ways that would otherwise escape me.

It helps me connect with everything


 Reminds me that I’m still breathing

 That I’m here for a reason

I came to understand that writing helps me better understand my thoughts.

 I write because, through every word I write, I become a little bit more of myself.

I write out my thoughts and it makes me feel so fulfilled

 It makes me feel a sense of completeness

and right now I am enjoying the mere act of typing my thoughts.

I write to understand my reactions to life.

I write to make sense of how others react to me.

I write so that I can feel with my thoughts.

Sometimes thoughts just slip away into the unknown and get lost,

How terrible is that?

To lose your thoughts and never manage to catch them before they fade away?



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