Some of you might argue that we always translate life into art. But which life? The one we have or the one we wished we had? The one we’re certain we’re never going to have?
This words, spoken by Christian Mihai, explain what’s going on in my head.
I write, not because I have something to say, but because I need someplace to escape to. Someplace warm, happy, friendly… Sounds silly, doesn’t it?
But when I’m at my worst, at my saddest, I write the best stories. Because that’s when I need a new world the most.
When I miss my dad, or my old friends, or people I haven’t met yet, I write about it, I create that missing friends, I fill that void, and I feel better, even if it’s just a minute or two in my life that feels better.
I have never been that type of girl that can miss someone easily, it even took me a while to miss my dad after he passed away. I had this one boyfriend, who would come ‘home’ every weekend, he lived about 40 minutes away, for work. And every Sunday when he went back to his flat in the other town. After about two hours apart, he would say ‘I miss u’ and I couldn’t say it back without lying, because he never gave me a chance to miss him, I simply got TOO much of him!
So, that’s when I got it, when I truly miss some one, I don’t realize that I miss them immediately, because I write about it to fill the void, but when I do REALLY miss some one, it gets very close to breaking me…