I write for various reasons.
I'm sure they're not new in this piece of work we have here, but I'll share them anyway, because boredom can drive us to the edges of the world and back, if we're desperate enough.
So, first of all, I write because it gives me something to do. Television is so mundane, chores are not the most appealing of activities, and I'm locked inside of a small building that barely qualifies for a house, let alone a home. You may find that this defines the word "escape" but that's not all it is.
I don't have that bad of a life... It's pretty easy being me... Not always fun, but it's not so bad that I need to find a way out, though I can't deny it's never crossed my mind. Who doesn't fantasize about a perfect world?
I write because it makes me happy. I read on a profile recently, that words are like a life source, and I agree. Words do flow through my blood, as I'm sure it does for many of you as well. Words make up my being, and I think I would cease to exist without them.
I write because it's the easiest way for me to express myself. I'm not very good with words spoken aloud, so writing them down is the road I take.
I write because I'm inspired and determined.
I write because, the worlds I create... No one can tell me I'm wrong for making the sky orange, because the world I create is MY place. I know all there is to know about it, and you, the reader, are just along for the ride. And, who knows... If I do it well enough, you just might believe that my hair is made of cement.
I write because my imagination overwhelms me, and become too much for just my head to handle. Like an overflowing dam.
I write because it keeps me sane, and helps me sort through my tangled mess of thoughts.
I write because I want the world to see that I won't fall into Society's demands. To prove I'm not all the same.
I write to prove to myself I'm not worthless...
I write to help me envision the unseen beauty left undiscovered in this world.
But mostly, I write simply because I can.
I write for some more reasons, but I can't exactly put those into words--which shocks me. But even if I can't describe it, I know what I mean, and I know how I feel... That's all that matters as far as I'm concerned.
And there you have it. This.... This is why I write.