Why I Write

Tue, 08/06/2013 - 16:23 -- yinchen


I write because,

      the pen is the only thing that understand me.

      And the paper; the only thing that listens.


I write because of hard times,

      because of bad times.

      And because of times that never seem to end.


I write when I cannot speak,

      when I cannot feel.


And I write so nothing feels this real.


I write my mind, as it draws me to.

      And I write as my thoughts continue to pass by.


Even when they are entrapped into a mindless trance,

      all inside my head,


I still write.


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