Why I Write

August 13, 2013

Writing is like dreaming,

imagining the way the words flow from your fingertips

like water

like blood

ink runs through my veins and I know

this is my purpose

To enlighten, to show, to whisper sweet words

to bleed out the pain and let in the sweet cleanliness

To show the paintings inside my mind.

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