I write to unwrap the bandages. I write to rip open the
scars. I write to let my emotions own their page. I write for feelings that
remain restricted from their time of day. I write for the people who wish to
play the strings of my heart. I write to leave a trail to follow.
I write so my future can see the past. I write to let my past
show up in your future. I write because the past is permanent. I write because
for future is unforetold. I write because the future will remain in the past.
I write to climb to my own expectations. I write to elevate
my own bar higher. I write to reveal/as well as mask/my own identity. I write
to impress, me. I write to seek my own inner being. I write to open the doors
of new thoughts. I write to expand myself to that of having no limits.
I write to display intense amounts of compassion for my loved
ones. I write to help whom I can. I write to release all the advice I have on
life’s hardships that I am able to offer. I write to inspire the opening of
others third eye. I write to show what I know about the different ways of the
world. I write to expose the similarities we humans have.
I write to excavate deeper into me. I write for the so many
discoveries I have remaining. I write to delve into my own conscious. I write
because I’m young, and curious.
I write for the ones
that are like I used to be, the ones that don’t know why they write.