Why I Write

There is freedom in creativity,

A chance to express who I am,

Unlike any other activity.

Call it self indulgence.

Call it a waste of time.

But I know the truth.

I feel the power from my fingertips,

When I write.

Something anyone can do,

writing comes from no one but you.

The sentences don’t need to be coherent,

Not to anyone but yourself.

Words tell a story,

In a way that pictures can’t.

You find your own meaning,

Behind the verbage.

Words are personal,

Not to be taken lightly.

Words can make a heart,

Break a heart, or

Fake a heart.

Art can convey a message,

But in a different way.

This is why I write.

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