Why I Write

feelings can be hard to keep hold of sometimes it's sorta like when i was younger and i'd try to chase the moon from the car's backseat or similar to that one time i had a pink balloon but a itch on my back forced me to give it to the sky but there are these magic things that make them permanent on paper and in hearts at times these things are inked or typed or spoken or just thought words, yeah words i believe they're called and they commune together but only under instruction and they get to work trapping feelings but letting them breathe just enough to formulate the right sentences and phrases these words are my truest allies for they navigate me through life when breathing the feeling gets to be too exhausting they life my hands and turn the notebook papers in my green book and dance with the pen and somehow poems are birthed where would i be without words?