Why I Write

I write release

All of the negativity, the pain, happiness, and joy becomes a single entity on my paper.

I write the trees on a cold dead winter's night.

Barren without regret.

I write the oceans

The way the waves kiss the surface of a woman stricken by grief and disress

The way the calming caress of the pale grainy sand soothes her thoughts of being unloved and invisible to the world

I write love

The anger of it

Feeling weak and vulnerable under that beautifying touch

The touch that will make you do anything

I write prosperity

Hope for better days and successful endeavours

I write dreams of lives 

Lived and lost

But most importantly, I write

Me.