Xeno Hemlock

I started writing because friends were quick to judge. While explanation and reasoning were still incomplete, they were ready to dismiss.

I started writing because my mind is unexplored land. No mountain and no valley of the Earth look like the plateaus and hills of my world.

I started writing because the ember burns within. Withholding the fire slowly destroys my flesh and spirit.

I started writing because the world can never have enough. Visionaries, leaders, sailors, and teachers—we will always have room for them.

I started writing because my parents will be proud. I am not rich with money; I am rich with creativity.

I started writing because who else can write like me? I’m no Twain, no Spyri, no Hemingway, no Chopin. I’m neither a Samuel nor a Guy. I’m not Harper. Don’t ask me why.

Only I can write like me. Hence, I started writing.

“I Started Writing…” was originally published on 2014.