Who knows what would happen?

I write to remember…

To capture the pain and joy of a moment.

My words reveal more than any photo.

I write to forget…

To free my heart from the raging feelings that surround it.

I put my thoughts on a page and leave them there.

I write to escape…

To get lost in the words and the worlds I build.

I’d happily live there instead.

I write to understand…

To make sense of the confusing reality we all live in.

I need to interpret it for myself.

I write to stay sane…

To keep everything controlled inside.

If I didn’t, who knows what would happen?