Why I write.

I write because there is an empty stencil of sentence structure sitting right there...
If I could just find the right shade word choice I could turn it into a tapestry that Zues himself would hang on the fridge.

I write because the first hole in the wall felt good. But as the dry wall gave way to the second and third it didn't give me with the same satisfaction.

I write because there is a four letter word on my mind.
No.... not that one... and it's definetely not that one either.
I write because love is the only four letter word that can never be used out of context.... period.
I write because it feels good to watch my pen bleed out

It feels good to know I have a place to face my problems. The kind of problems that would cause you "stalwort folk" to point your all knowing finger of judgment in my direction.
I write because when the pen is finished it becomes something beyond therapuetic. Something that makes it capable for me to go back to the normal functions of my day.

I write because when I'm alone, I wonder if time really will produce another drip of the faucet.

I write because I didn't find a double barline at the end of the measure you left me...
And somehow I feel like thats going to make all the difference to a family halfway around the world.
I write because August 1st was the end of your intro and the begining of of your melody.

I write because if my bones don't tell the story yours won't ever know it.