Asking me Why i write is like asking me why does the wind blow? Asking me why i write is like asking why the sky is blue? Why? Three small letters yet so broad and detailed. I ask of you this Why do YOU think I write? Hmmmm....answering a question with a question now there is a worthy opponent. Maybe i write because the grass is green, or the leaves change or maybe just because the world makes sense in my eye...never thought of that no.... Why?..... I Dont Know!