because i breathe

I write because I know no other way.

I write for the release.

My pen, my paper, my mind, my hatred and my love; I write because I must.

Take my sky.

Take my solid ground.

But please, I implore you, leave my words.

My writing is my worship.

My notebook is my chapel.

With every stroke I bend, I shift in my soul until the story on those pages is everything I yearn for, everything I despise.

Everything.

I write for grief, and joy, and mania.

I write to disappear.

I write to touch the pieces of myself I can't bear to look at.

I write to show you.

I write because I breathe.