I write.

I write because I love words. I love the way they rise and fall, almost like breathing. I love the way they move, dancing in space like nothing can touch them.

I write because sometimes my tongue fails me, and the words I so desperately want to say don’t come out.

I write because I read.

I write because I’m inspired.

I write because sometimes I can’t think straight, and writing is the only way for me to get down the right path again.

I write because anyone can.

I write because I feel so much.

I write because I can’t physically express enough.

I write because I need to—there are so many words spilling out of me that I can’t contain now matter how hard I try.

I write because it is freeing.

I write because I love.

I write because it is a part of me.

I write because it is the best of me.

I write because I am me.