Writers Jam

Writing has always been my savior. When I feel high, I just write; when I feel insane and low, I just write again. Because it is writing that kept me sane. But how did I even end up writing it? Sometimes, it was the complex human emotions I felt, and other times it was the oddly beautiful human relations. What inspired me the most has always been around me; sometimes it was my favorite hoodie, or my favorite book, or the things we take for granted, like the walls, pens, and everything that makes our life simple. Maybe ordinary people don't notice, nor do they care about those objects, but we, writers, always take those objects as inspiration and pour life into them. Maybe those objects don't speak, but they held us like our pillows, wiping those unseen tears. Those walls that have heard us better than the people whom we trusted. Those objects are never just objects for us, but our souvenirs of our past and protectors of our past, too. Perhaps, sometimes, the most ordinary things in our lives make us quite extraordinary, and so those objects made me into that sane poet, while everyone called me a madman; they held me and made me sane, so perhaps the most ordinary objects are what made me feel extraordinary forever.