i think writers are brave.

i think writers are brave. they draw the words out of you like the doctors squeeze your blood out. they take a sample of your soul to test it. they explore and invade the sample. something that is so incredibly personal is displayed in numbers and letters and you are left thinking, how the hell is it possible for another to know how i feel based on such a small part of me. you are outraged because someone dares to speak out, to say things, to use words that you had hoped would be buried in your mind-left inaccessible. writers consider their pens to be their swords. they take this sword and they make it dance as they wish. sometimes it’s a slow cut that runs deep but not quite enough, you feel the weight of each second. you watch your death crawl to you, and with a snarl it consumes you. other times, it’s a fast cut that barely touches your skin but leaves a scar for the rest of your life. writers make you think things you dare not think. they have the courage to make you feel things you deemed yourself incapable of feeling. it seems silly, how writers can play with your psyche, how they control you. they are known to play with the deadliest of weapons. they write things and you are incapable of un-reading them. words start breathing your oxygen. ideas begin to flow in your blood. writers are willing to face persecution and criticism, for the sake of truth. it is said that writers use lies to tell the truth. they are human after all.