Why do I write?

Why do I write? I write to express myself in the most illustrative way possible. To have stripes of color intertwine in your mind of darkness. With streams of blue I can produce a dream, a dream of blues and greens in the mist of everything that may seem unbelievable. Why do I write? I write to save lives so the world won't have anymore goodbyes. One life saved is ten generations waiting to be made, ten more minds that can create those hues of blue I once told you. Why do I write? I write to enspire, to create sparks in lives that will one day become a fire. I must write to enspire those generations that will one day expire. To let them know that they are not alone in this cold harsh world. I write to give them something to live for. Something imperfect but beautiful. Something those hues of blue can do to the mind. I write all my imperfections, all my faults, all my wrongs. I write to let the know that their lives are worth more. Everyone is imperfect. But if you read my mistakes, it will be worth it. The more they read, the more I inspire, the more inspire the more desires there will be to create the hues of blue I which I speak.