I write so that the dimension of my mind may find connection to the reality of the world.

In the hope that the complexities of my thoughts and the sincerity of my heart may be understood.

In the certainty that the only way to make sense of myself is to pour out my emotions onto the blank page infront of me.

I write so that who I am and what I live for may be engraved in the records of time,

In the possibility of someone picking up my story and absorbing a piece of me, though I may have already left.

I write for those close to me, for speech does not always carry across the message you are trying to project on them.

I write for those far from me, to reach out and brush fingertips with those I have yet to meet, or may not meet at all.

I write for myself, for every word scribbled onto paper gives me strength.

Every carefully crafted sentence assures me in times of weakness and despair that I have a deep, undeniable power I can never be stripped of.

My pen is the instrument I use to build my legacy, and the words it creates form the pathway to my destiny.