This site gives me some form of hope. Even when no one replies, I just feel better writing. I have really stepped away from it. Even after I abandoned my beautiful home, it still welcomes me with warm smiles. Not asking where I have been, just filling my pockets with ease and joy. I love you, writing. You hold the monologues of the lonely, hymns of the broken, symphonies of the wounded. Just like the mother you are, you patch them up, wipe the scuff off their face, and open a place for them into your heart. Writing, no matter how far I stray from you, no matter how much I turn my back to you, know I will always love you.