Why Write?
I write simply because all the stuff that whizzes about my brain screams to be let loose.
I write because I have been given knowledge of writing, and by putting that knowledge to good use I might better my understanding of it.
But mainly I write because I have discovered a love for it, and that by the simple act of writing a poem, or telling a story I am filling a need to communicate that which is, on a vocal level, both flat and lifeless.
I write so that in some other part of this troubled planet, another soul can find my words, and, just maybe, they may like it and hit the heart icon, which fills me with so much reward I cannot measure it.
Let’s see i’m complicated.
I write simply it is who i am. It is simply a part of me like body parts. Like how we need air to breathe. It's a gift it is a talent, it simply can't always be given bit sometimes can be gained. I write not because I have to not because I want to but..... Because if I don't I simply am a person with so much rhythm or expression, with so much of being human it just me on paper. There might be a need there might be a want, but to me writing feels just normal to me like and everything, but I know there must be more to this of why I write...but when I write sometimes I feel powerful I feel like I don't even know how to put to words, someday I'll know why I write but it's not me to tell it my writing.
—Terra
I write:
To discover what I know.
Because it is the rightest thing in the world.
Because if I didn't, I would go mad from all the voices and words and characters and moments floating in my head.
To speak my truth, express an opinion or feeling as only I can.
To share with others experiences neither of us have ever had but can still feel like we belong to.
To create a world, dark, more mysterious, and far more beautiful than the one I live in.
There is no singular reason why I write. I simply do.
