They say that a writer is the most open book. That a writer pours all his emotions out through his words. That a writer's words reflect his true feelings.
But then, do they really?
How many times does it happen that our words contradict our feelings.
We're happy, yet write those sad poems. We're done and dusted, yet write about motivation. Our heart is broken, yet we write about that never ending love.
Why? Why do we do that?
Anyone may say anything else, but I think that a writer is the best liar around.
