What is this desire,
Keep writing without purpose ?
Is it simply muscle memory to keep on going,
To cast each stream of thought gracefully onto paper
Or is it guilt, a feeling of something I just must do ?
Perhaps the answer remains hidden beneath these words,
Or never discovered as time ticks on and a new story unfolds,
What remains is a simple desire to write without end,
Driven by determination and a pen like my mind,
Only rarely running out of ink.
Will it last forever ?

~ Umi