Of Good, Wholesome Writing

Do you really, truly mean it,
When you say love's forever;
Or you say as you deem fit,
As would any other lover?

It appears that writing, is never an easy task, at least for me, especially if I try to write well. For, to me, good writing is sincere, and sincere writing has to come right from the heart. The stark label of being 'heartless' has been cast, by oneself before many, with blurry margins that threaten the authenticity of such a label. Often I wonder, is it out of sheer fear that the heart keeps everything to itself, or is it out of a dire need to protect the sanctity of an individual's privacy?

Why then do I write in the first place?

Perhaps it is merely a disease of ambivalence, perhaps it is just the usual idiosyncracy of a certain personality, perhaps we may never know.

It was strange, as I was walking in pitch darkness and proceeded to turn on my handphone for its powerful light, I hesitated. I began to wonder if people were afraid of the dark, or if they were more afraid of what they would see lurking in the dark.