I write just as a breathe,

I need it more than food,

it comes that natural.

It keeps me alive as oxygen would,

inspiration strikes my heart like lightning,

the thoughts cascade from my mind into ink.

I awaken every day in a pile of puzzle pieces,

thousands, perhaps millons of pieces to different puzzles,

my purpose to finish them; to show the beauty of my mind

Constantly taking time to piece together these new ideas,

I write all my thoughts, to interpret or to perfect my soul,

through writing I am always in a calm, perfect, surreal world

It keeps me sharp,

it keeps me sane,

it keep me...me.