May 7, 2015
I can never give a clear answer to the question, “Why do you write?”
For me, writing is a stress reliever. It helps to jot down my feelings whenever something stimulating happens in my life, good and bad.
I write because I admire honesty. And I write because not many people can handle that honesty aloud.
I write when the spoken word is simply not enough. Getting my thoughts down on paper (or in Word documents) helps me to better understand myself, others, and the torments/joys we impose on one another every single day.
I write because my computer and pen don’t judge me. And I write because I can retract. We cannot take back anything we say or do. Life has no BACKSPACE.
I write to tell stories outside of my own. When souls from other realms ceaselessly tap their little hands on my shoulders and pick at my brain…begging to be born…begging to have their stories told. I am slave to them. I always do as they wish.
I write to challenge the rules. Ellipses, I have been taught, are always a no-no.
I write to remember. I write to forget.
But I suppose this all boils down to having some kind of release.
For some people it is work, for others it is weed.
But in my case it always has been, and always will be, writing.
So, what about you? Why is it that you write?
© Scappiamo, 2015