Why I Write
If I don't scream my lungs out
the words that fill them will drown me
the exclamation and excretion of these thoughts and phrases
are a function of my continued existence
I cannot continue to tell myself I am frustrated
I grow tired of hearing something I am already quite aware of
therefore I scream onto a canvas
a notebook
a keyboard
and into a text box and onto a web page
into wandering eyes in hopes that someone
somewhere someday will say:
I understand, I cannot help, but i understand
Thank you for understanding, reader
All I need is the thought that you might exist
it is what keeps me writing
keeps me thinking
keeps me from being irrational.
done by christine
