I write to make sense

Of the clashes always storming in my mind

Fear hiding in disguise

As if every corner meets my demise

 

I write to relive

Those memories I never want to

See again and yet without them my

Reality and Nightmares collide and transform

Perhaps making the surreality of it all

What it really is

 

I write to hope

That one day I may leave this bubble of words

And actually

Live out loud instead of

Inside

 

I write because I love to

Constantly think back and form and create and

Recreate all of these thoughts and feelings into something

A little more tangible than wisps of air and voices

Solid, concrete words

With hollow holes

 

I write because I am just like my words

Sometimes sober, sometimes voicing it with such passion

Such vigor and yet beneath all the masks

I have fulfilled nothing

 

I write because I wish to make

Beauty of the broken

Broken pieces like me with nothing to see and nothin to believe

Until I realize I have been meant for eternity

Somewhere else

 

I write to write

And one day I hope we all do

I'm sure we'll start to understand the depth of

Our pain and suffering

And with that knowledge

Change the world

Maybe?

 

I write so I can breathe a little easier

To let my burdens go