I write for
the sake of writing
pure expression
creative outlet
the sensual feel of word
upon word
the elegance of language
to provoke thought
evoke a response
impress friends
astound strangers
for insight and clarity
because my head
will explode if the noise
has no outlet.
I write
because I cannot
NOT write
because I am me.
“Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle one does not dissolve in one's bath like a lump of sugar.” - Pablo Picasso
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