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Vital


It would appear pretentious If I said I needed to write to live Because that can be disproven by a child But there are some things in life that may not be essential That we can surely live without But are good for the soul. Like a person who has dieted Restricted their intake of carbs And had essentially been feeding Off the same list of ingredients as a rabbit, Having their first bite of ice cream in months. That’s why I write. Because every time I sit down, And take the words from my brain to paper String words together to form a thought Whether it be cynical, hopeful, or all in between. It’s like the din of my mind is put to rest And like I have once again taken that first bite of ice cream.
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