I write to breathe fresh air,
Not contaminated with
Lies and false accusations.
I write to be able to talk
Without messing up my words,
To be able to communicate clearly.
I write to be capable of flying,
Traveling to distant lands and
The realms and kingdoms of myths,
All while just tapping away at my keys,
Or listening to the sound of graphite and
Ink grinding against the page, creating
Something worth a thousand hours.