Why do I write?
To feel my heart beat, one pump, two pump, three pump
To listen to birds sing, and breath
To feel the skin, that I call mine, mold to my body
To hear the thoughts, I cannot think, or hear, or speak
Blue moon, red moon, full moon, then sun
Tears, smiles, laughter, yells, cursing, silence
Snakes, grass, flowers, power, Gemini, music
Music, music, lyrics, words, songs, dancing, dancing until it hurts
Spacing out, and yet finding myself in every ounce of silence and zen
Why do I write?
Because all of this makes sense to me, I write for me.