.
.
You write because you're lonely.
Not because you're out.
You write when you sit alone,
and the gears in your head wont stop turning.
The words in your mind wont stop knocking.
You don't write at a party,
with a beautiful girl
spread in your lap.
You don't write at at dinner,
By candlelight with your companions.
you write when you're gazing at the stars.
When you are determined or bored.
Or apathetic in the mire.
But you write and you don't stop.
Because it's in you.
And it wants to be let out.