Why I Write

I love to write, It’s like my little own form of therapy, When I write, I write for me. No matter if it’s fictional, There always is a bit of me in there somewhere, Sometimes it’s hidden between the lines, Sometimes it’s right out there for all the world to see, If someone can relate to what I write, It makes me happy. I love to read. When I read someone else’s writes, Like everyone else I interpret it my way, Sometimes it may not be the way the writer intended it to be read, But, isn’t that the whole point of writing and reading, So, many ways to interpret the write, So many ways something can be read. I guess it all boils down to there are so many people, Who write so many different ways, Some with humor, Some with emotions, love, rage, angst, hope, spiritual, We all have our favorites, Some that draw us closer, Touch us, Make us feel. It’s like having whatever flavor of the month ice cream you want, Whenever you want it. So many writers I’ve come to respect, Many different styles, viewpoints, So much to learn from each one, Each writer has their own reason for writing, Some show more of themselves in their writes then others, Some write to escape from reality, Some to run towards it. This is why I write, To express emotions and feelings, They need to pour out in some venue, Mine is in my writes. If anyone enjoys them that’s an added plus, If no one does, In the end it doesn’t matter, Because it’s how I feel about what I wrote, What I gained by writing it, It’s part of my life, My writes, My thoughts, My feelings, I will write as long as I continue to feel, I hope that everyone else does the same… Written February 9th, 2002 © on Feb 09 2002 03:07 AM PST   18 • 0 • 12