When he write, its like a carpenter nailing his woods. It take | Nocturnal Thoughts

When he write, its like a carpenter nailing his woods. It takes energy, power. It doesn't flow like a water as other writers. He battles his words, sentences and paragraphs and at the end he writes. Writing isn't enjoyable hobby for him, it's one of those things he suffers with. If someone looks through all his past, they can only see his torments. But at the end he hopes for someone reading his words and find a beauty in it. A simple and clear beauty that can bring a relief for a few seconds