Writer

I write because I can.  Because I need to.  Because, in the depths of my soul, there is a desire yearning for an outlet that I can't seem to share with any living breathing human being.  Because when people fail me, words never do.  I write because writing is my muse, my strength, my ability to breathe.  I write abstract nonsense, I give too much concrete detail.  When the anger, sadness, joy, or hope become more than my body can contain, I write.  And when I feel a void, I write something to fill it.  What I write doesn't always make sense, but I always write.  Because words are powerful.  Because when life doesn't make sense, I can create a world that does.