I write because..

I write because

I’m an artist.

I draw,

I sing,

I paint,

I dance

Through words.

I write because

I’m a dreamer.

My words make my dreams come true,

And my day just gets

A little brighter.

I write because

I’m a talker.

That’s how I stay in touch

With people from my dreams.

Surreal,

But alive in my words.

I write because

I’m in love,

With the little things.

I love the smell of the ink

As it runs across the notepad,

Racing against my thoughts.

I love how

My thoughts don’t make sense,

But my words make sense

Out of them.

I love when

I finish a piece,

It stares back at me

Expectantly.

Waiting for just a pat on the back.

I write because

I’m zipped.

Sometimes jumbled words

Lingering at the tip of my tongue

Refuse to find a voice

But gush out frantically

Once I lay fingers on a pen.

I write because

I’m desperate.

Sometimes I need to see a perfect world,

Where there are

No unfulfilled wishes,

No broken promises,

No regrets,

No mistakes.

I write and I find myself

In that perfect world

And at least for while

I believe it’s real.

I write because

I should.

To give voice to the unspoken,

To give a finality to the uncertain,

To defeat the unbroken,

To defend the unvigilant,

To challenge the unquestioned.

The pen is indeed mightier.

I write because

I’m hopeful.

Maybe, just maybe,

It makes a difference.