Write

We write to compare. No. Not compare. Transcend. This world it is not ours. It belongs to those whose days outnumber their brains. Who think that harsh words lend power. We write to transcend. To create. To process. When one life dies out what is left? Writings. Writings that lend power. Like spikes of a tree. With purpose they direct. Terrible meaningful poetry is beautiful if useful. We write for ourselves. We write for others. To bring to beauty to the world. To bring sadness. To bring reality.