Writing is my remedy for sleepless nights. Those lonely moments when the soul is bare naked, those vulnerable times, moments of questioning your own thoughts and decisions. Those confused moments. Moments of truth. Moments of searching for the answers to my quest. Spreading light over the shadows of my insecurities and doubts. Doubting the abilities to make it and make it right. Writing brightens up my hazy sky when the fog settles in, bringing sunshine through those heavy clouds, lifting them up. Strings of our emotions playing the song of our lives. The highs, the lows. Abrupt and long sounds filling up our hearts. Melodies of unwritten stories, floating in front of our eyes. The echoes of our past memories. Loves, successes, failures. Tones of sadness. Joyous overtures. Closing verses. Chorus singing the last refrain.