world of my own

As I hold my pen thousand thoughts lingers in mind scribbles, scribbles,scribbles words I can't describe metaphors I can't decipher the very essence of my writing. Some says, I should stop this and some says that it's hopeless. Is it wrong to write out my thoughts? Is it wrong to write about my feelings? none of them understand why I write. As to escape from this cruel reality writing is my sweet escapade.