Write me the reason why I write.

Write me the reason why I write when this felt tip pen touches the paper back when in six grade when was not able to speak how I truly fell about your smile. All the emotions on paper in red and pink ink. Now write me the reason why I write my name at the bottom of the page in an artists own script writing with the elephants behind me watching every move on my own powering my words threw a machine you know how the story goes. It explodes on the paper as the ink drowns imprinted in blue lines across a white sheet. Bloody yell why not graffiti my words that i cant say out loud with out the stoking, chocking up on my words like vomit. I write because what I need and crave to say can't be chosen and said out loud.These words are from the heart then said to whom it concerns. The heart speaks for it self even if you-yourself can not say them in that language called English?