why?

My eyes look at the blank screen with a box of letters underneath. My mind falls into abyss as it waits to be catch by sanity.

Why do I keep moving my fingers. Why do I keep intoxicating the page with cries for help.

Do I write to express what I feel. Do I write to bring back memories that will never repeat.

Am I stuck in the past where writing is all I have. Am I in the future where writing takes me to the past.

Have I ever written about anything other than love and despair. Have I only written about the memories I can't bare.