I write because there are so many answers I seek but have not found.
I write because I see calmness even when there is storm.
I write because it is a means of escape from reality.
I write because I know I could be heard no matter how crazy it sounds.
I write because I it helps me talk, react to certain things instead of going out there to be a nuisance.
I write because I have no friends to share these deepest thoughts with.
I write because I can vent my anger and be alright.
I write because I have ideas burn inside me and it serves as an outlet.
I write because I notice the nature around me and find myself in harmony with the beauty hidden to most.
I write because it transports me to a world where I know no fears only what I create.
I write because I have no immediate audience to condemn me when they are wrong.
I write to allay my fears, failure and give myself hope.
I write to remember the things I should remember and forget the things I should.
I write to keep grudges from my heart and it helps to forgive those who wrong me.
I write just because….
The Ready Writer