What makes me tick. 

It is difficult to describe. 

Why do I do things the way I do?

I don't write for anyone.

I don't write so people will be enthralled by my incredible writing ability. 

I write for me. 

I write to feel the creativity pull me in and take over my body. 

To amaze myself at what I am capable of creating. 

Why do I play soccer?

I don't play to have the sexiest body.

I don't play so i can beat everyone.

I play because I was meant to.

The feeling of turf beneath my cleats.

My throat stripped raw from sucking the cold air. 

The euphoria of sprinting towards the goal with the ball.

THe way it feels when I kick the ball just right.

Pushing my body harder than it is willing to go.

The uniform I wear to show that I am me, but also part of the team. 

The feeling of complete bliss, and physical torture. 

It doesn't shut me down. It wakes me up.

Why do I sing? 

I don't sing because I want to show off my voice.

I sing because when I sing, nothing can hold me down. 

I can let my voice go, and i know what will come out. 

And it is beautiful. 

What makes me tick? 

I don't know. My mind works in mysterious ways.