Writing and Listening

Sometimes I wonder if anyone is ever listening. Maybe that's why I write, because I'm unsure, maybe that's why I'm writing this right now. I guess I just write because that's how I express my feelings; it's how I look deep inside myself and expose the wounds that I keep hidden. It's hard to face the truth, the pain, but I guess that's the beauty of writing. It's such a beautiful thing to see words of the soul written down, writing to nobody or to somebody who they hope will read their thoughts. You never have to worry about someone judging you because these strangers are maybe looking for the same thing you are too. I don't really know of a way to say how I feel, unless I write it down. The words I can never tell anyone, the words kept inside waiting to be uncovered. I guess this is why I started a blog, so I could write, so I could talk to the "unknown". Someday hoping for someone to connect or to share my feelings, hoping someone is touched or enlightened, hoping that what I'm saying actually has a purpose.  Even if no one will listen or read, even if they just see my blog and move on, I'll be content because no matter who is listening I will always have my paper and pencil. I guess I learned that even though no one maybe be listening, that doesn't mean I'm not heard. Saying something doesn't mean that someone will always listen, but writing gives you the freedom to listen to yourself. It's funny how much we actually learn when we stop and listen to the words of our hearts. You never know who will listen when you write, but I guess that's make makes it all the more interesting.