Why do I WANT to write?
is not the same as why I write
Why I write is an invalid question
as I no longer write
As is made obvious by my lack of flow
staccato rhythm made by unnerving words
But the desire is still there
waiting to be fulfilled.
Pent up frustrations held with inhibition
better to be put in quotations
guided with punctuation
and the necessary exclamations
eradication of useless conversations
which are only filled with detestation.
That’s why I want to write
for as not to lose sight
of my thoughts and who I want to be
of how I see and how others see me.
My personal fascination with
a human’s potential for creation
thoughts and emotions from
the mind and spirit in translation.
Be it with words or with matter
be it temporary or lasting for ever
it is in the process, the state of mind
that is when I am least blinded
by cloudy emotions as they just
subtly fade into nothing more than dust.
In art I find refuge.