Why I write

Why do I write? Is it the thrill of being able to hide the feelings off loss, and sanity? Is it for the euphoria of masking my physical self behind a wall of immovable, and permanent characters? The feeling of glancing in a book and seeing a world come alive right before my eyes. Opening ones heart and letting out ones fears, come alive and fill the hopes and cries of others. Thats not the reason why I write. I write for the simple and pure feeling of confidence that it has given me. For those not to judge me by my physical being. But through the words and pictures I am able to create with them.