Why do i write?
Do i write to only make my hands numb ?
Do i write to make myself feel important?
No, i write to tell my secrets.
I write to show those with eyes how i feel.

Writing is the fictional person...
there to comfort me when im all alone.
When i am so isolated the only person i can talk to is the world around me, the birds echo my words back to me like jabber jays.
I talk to the trees that allow my words swirl through the leaves.
I talk to the squirrels, tell them stories as they take care of business.

Writing is everything to me...
Its how i show love, its how i make love..
Slow and deep straight to the heart.
There are no rules,
no laws on what to say how to say it.

I write to help flowers grow
I wrie to open my eyes when im feeling closed.
I write to pierce into hearts of people like me.

I write to show the truth of myself,
and the world around me as i see it...

Full of color and wonders never thought about before.
Full of life and pain, full of the world that i have taken into myself...