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.