Why I Write

Because there are words floating around in my head demanding some sort of order, some sort of purpose, and a sweet release from its gray-mattered prison.

Because when I encounter a blank screen or a clean sheet of paper I feel butterflies.

Because my ego likes the compliments it gets when what we've written is shared with others.

Because I can put on paper what I could never say to your face, instead of holding it in like a debilitating cancer that will kill us both.

Because for me writing is the closest thing to being god.

Why do you write?

*smooches...appreciative of my talent*
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the grass may always be greener on the other side, but it's also pretty lush on my side, too; I like what I got.