I woke in the middle of the night with my heart beating as a drummer, the clock ticking noisily, the eerie light playing different scenes on the opposite wall, and then I started reciting in my sleep my thought about why I write….
I write to control my unruly mind. I write to discover myself. I write to meet ghost. I write to see the words forming on the page. I write because I am imaginative. I write to remember. I write to forget.
I write because I can see my thought on a page. I write so that I get a feeling of creation. I write because I can express what I want or what I don’t. I write because of memories good, bad the ugly. I write for the farfetched travels I still not made. I write because I am mad at something. I write because the cool breeze blew my hair across my face
I write because of pure joy. I write knowing words always fall short. I write knowing I maybe crucified by my own understanding or misunderstanding. I write out of knowledge. I write out of ignorance. I write with the belief of alchemist. I write as a ritual. I write out of gluttony. I write out of frustrations. I write when I am hungry.
I write for the hungry children on the street. I write looking at the street lamp. I write when I am having my chai.I write for the love of ideas. I write for the darkness lurking in the corner. I write for the dogs that bark at night. I write for the random thoughts crossing my mind. I write to subdue my anger. I write to reach the end of the tunnel.
I write to heal. I write to cure. I write to be patient. I write to bear the pain. I write to nurture. I write to record my thought. I write to vent the voices in my head. I write to soothe my soul. I write in passion. I write in despair. I write to migrating birds. I write to remember. I write watching the sea. I write when I see a crowd. I write when I am alone. I write for the shadows. I write for the friends who left me.
I write to wish someone. I write to face a loss. I write to see my words on paper. I write to the music in my head. I write because he is there with me.
I write to be different. I write to express gratitude. I write to the greenery around me. I write when I see the distant horizon. I write to the colors of the sunset. I write to soar like a bird. I write as it a risk, a gamble, like love, to form the words, to say the words, to touch the source, to be touched.
I write as though I am whispering in the ear of the one I Love.
I write to control my unruly mind. I write to discover myself. I write to meet ghost. I write to see the words forming on the page. I write because I am imaginative. I write to remember. I write to forget.
I write because I can see my thought on a page. I write so that I get a feeling of creation. I write because I can express what I want or what I don’t. I write because of memories good, bad the ugly. I write for the farfetched travels I still not made. I write because I am mad at something. I write because the cool breeze blew my hair across my face
I write because of pure joy. I write knowing words always fall short. I write knowing I maybe crucified by my own understanding or misunderstanding. I write out of knowledge. I write out of ignorance. I write with the belief of alchemist. I write as a ritual. I write out of gluttony. I write out of frustrations. I write when I am hungry.
I write for the hungry children on the street. I write looking at the street lamp. I write when I am having my chai.I write for the love of ideas. I write for the darkness lurking in the corner. I write for the dogs that bark at night. I write for the random thoughts crossing my mind. I write to subdue my anger. I write to reach the end of the tunnel.
I write to heal. I write to cure. I write to be patient. I write to bear the pain. I write to nurture. I write to record my thought. I write to vent the voices in my head. I write to soothe my soul. I write in passion. I write in despair. I write to migrating birds. I write to remember. I write watching the sea. I write when I see a crowd. I write when I am alone. I write for the shadows. I write for the friends who left me.
I write to wish someone. I write to face a loss. I write to see my words on paper. I write to the music in my head. I write because he is there with me.
I write to be different. I write to express gratitude. I write to the greenery around me. I write when I see the distant horizon. I write to the colors of the sunset. I write to soar like a bird. I write as it a risk, a gamble, like love, to form the words, to say the words, to touch the source, to be touched.
I write as though I am whispering in the ear of the one I Love.
