A Eulogy of Resurrection

I wrote this book in madness to make sure I stay sane. My heart is always restless because I have millions of thoughts running through my mind in one breath. Writing is how I heal by breathing words on pages. You can say it’s the way I remind myself that even ruins can be rebuilt.

I feel like I die a little every time I leave a word unwritten. If only there was an easier way to convey my feelings. But no, writing is my way of speaking my thoughts, which is both a gift and a curse. This is the consequence of having a snow globe heart and Pandora’s box mind.