I envy a writer's life;

But a writer never gets a break. Continuous works of fancy words strung together still flows throughout the mind. It is always their tendency to create more with their words. A writer's life consists of a notebook, their cover is plain but within the pages their life is written in a inevitable form. Every page consistency are filled with grief, depression, and fulfillment of happiness. A writer dosen’t just write about heartbreak, they fill their pages with the world. They compose the function of other people’s lives, because a writer isn’t self-centered. Neither do they take criticism as an acceptable substantial way to live. And that is why I envy a writer’s life.