for whom i write these words

i write for myself

i write for the things that

make the corners of

my mouth curl up

and the moments that

make flowers bloom

somewhere deep inside me

i write for the places where

i find myself and the

sceneries that remind me

of what living is

i write for sunshine, rays

and rays of blinding light,

sunsets, when the light turns

into darkness, and sunrise,

when the pain turns back

into megawatt smiles

i write to pass time

and i write to stop it

i write to forget

and i write to remember

i write for the paths

i’ve walked, for the

bridges i’ve burned,

for destinations unknown

i write for my dreams,

for that one blue star

i aspire to one day reach

and pull down from

the evening sky;

for every shard of hope,

every childhood prayer

i write for every loving gaze

that has reminded me that

somehow, in some way,

without me this world wouldn’t

really be the same

i write for every single voice

that told me to keep going

even when every path

looked like a dead end,

told me to believe in myself

when i had

nothing

to believe in

i write for love, for

the heart that rests

under my ribs and

between my lungs,

for every name written

on its walls

i write for myself - which means

i write for you, because

you make me who i am