I write because I have this need to be listened to
this call from a crevice in my soul that echoes
ricocheting off of anything it touches
I write because I can never use my words
as well as I use my keyboard
because my keyboard has spell check
I write because somewhere deep inside of me
I have a relentless itch to be near a pen and paper
and write to someone\'s god about what I think of their world
I write because it can be so lonely
and each letter of the alphabet can be a friend of mine
so long as I allow them to dance across my page
I write because, believe it or not, I have something to say,
and I am desperately trying to figure out what it might be
but my ink runs out before I can get to the point
I write because I always feel like I am running out of time
and things I hear now will soon have retreated from my memory
and what if it was important,
what if it was the password to a door that I have already forgotten the location of
I write because I have all these thoughts,
and I am so worried that no-one will ever hear them
and if no one hears me, then do I even exist?