I am only a question.  
I am not a fact or a statement or a name or a label or a list.
I am a question put into the world capable only of asking more.
One question leads to another until I forget what it was I wanted to know originally.
I write hard and unyielding the way that I wish to be loved.
I am wondering how to be strong, how to fight for what I want, how to know what I want.
I am desire.