Let me explain why I write.
Because, I love.
And love can travel
from where it resides,
the nourished blood its host-
through the arteries
until it arrives to the fibers of the hand.
And through that hand,
It acquires a voice.
A vulnerable voice that speaks
an honest language.
Guiding the pen across the page,
it speaks with no qualms-
A steady stream of raw reality.
It is an art-
because its form conveys emotion
and gifts the reader with something beautiful to behold.
It is a science-
because it inspires a sense of wonder
reconciling thought with creative output.
-and that's why I write.
