It isn't me, it's you.

What I write isn't extraordinary. In-fact,  millions write better than me. My feelings are a continuous process; my pen is to the paper like my thoughts are to my heart. I don't constrict myself, I let it all go. And writing, to me, is the best way to let go. Secrets hidden, sorrows suppressed, regrets oppressed and sadness masked. I believe in exuding it all on the paper. I trust in letting it evade.

When you read what I write, you will find the real me.This is the place where my soul lives. Where my fears reside. Where my reality comes through. Where my ambitions take shape. And to draw a contrast between who I am in front of you and who i am in reality isn't a herculean task. You will realize.Don't search for them;my feelings rule over my words. I don't edit what I write.No matter how idiosyncratic or trivial I may sound at times, the truth remains that my words emerge from my heart. I will not alter the route they take from my heart. Or dare the change the root from which they were born. You may not trust my words when I speak them, but I assure you, you can trust what I write. Believe in it, because I need you. You may not know me at all and it may be the same from my side, but trust me, you matter. More than you can imagine.

And if you think that I make no absolute sense, please don't acquaint me with it; ignorance is bliss. I don't write for anybody. My emotions are abstract, scattered, incoherent. If you think that my words are a lie,then allow these lies to blind you. Don't cover my eyes as well, I'd rather run away from the darkness.
And if my emotions affect you as well, then it brings me nothing but sadness. Who I am should not change you. My confusion should not cloud you.
Instead, smile with me. Love like me. Fall with me. Learn along me. Don't hate yourself; Hate is too strong a word. Smile at an absolute stranger; flashing a smile at an old man sitting across the heartbreaking background of loneliness can make his day. Greeting a melancholic man can cheer him up. A mere hand on your friend's shoulder can stop those tears. Just a bit of happiness from your side can make someone fall in love with you. I swear, these little things make a difference.

Little things like even going through what I'm writing can make a difference.It shows me that  no matter from where you come from, you care. And that keeps me happy. Just that.
And if you had even the slightest patience to go over all that I've penned above, then a genuine smile from my side. Hope I made you smile, somewhere, somewhat. Because you matter.