It would appear pretentious
If I said I needed to write to live
Because that can be disproven by a child
But there are some things in life that may not be essential
That we can surely live without
But are good for the soul.
Like a person who has dieted
Restricted their intake of carbs
And had essentially been feeding
Off the same list of ingredients as a rabbit,
Having their first bite of ice cream in months.
That’s why I write.
Because every time I sit down,
And take the words from my brain to paper
String words together to form a thought
Whether it be cynical, hopeful, or all in between.
It’s like the din of my mind is put to rest
And like I have once again taken that first bite of ice cream.