The Voice in My Pen.

The 48th letter to you.

My thoughts before bed.

My voice might not be loud enough to scream out what I mean, but at least I hope my pen can write bold enough words for those who read my loud thoughts.

I might not be a professional writer or an author who writes countless books, but deep down, I aspire to be a writer whose written words reach people’s hearts. I might just be an amateur who wishes to share the words I find in the world I build inside my mind through quiet contemplation and reflection. Or perhaps I am just a passionate believer who admires the wisdom and knowledge written in books—treasures to be read and kept for generations to come.

I hope my words can travel far and wide, through time and space, around the globe, and out into the universe, if that is possible.

Some people might pick up on the vibe my heart radiates without me saying a word. And there are also people who won’t resonate with me, no matter how much I explain with my vocal cords.

I have a voice, and I have so much to say, but I prefer to pick up my pen or my keyboard to write my opinions and thoughts on things that are as deep and vast as the ocean floor.

I’m glad I have this ability to write to express myself, especially when talking can feel inadequate and incoherent for expressing my feelings and thoughts in depth.

I will always write and that’s my passion.