For the Obvious Reasons
Why do I write?
Well,
Why do I breathe?
Why do I blink?
Why do you run?
Why do you sing?
Why do we dream?
Why do we think?
Writing is a current.
It moves and flows.
It travels like electricity-
a powerful, dangerous force-
from my head to my hand
from my hand to my pen.
Why fight?
So, I write.
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