Why I Write: A Love Letter

I write because it is cheaper than therapy. I write because there are things I cannot say. I write because poetry cannot be said. I write to let the stopper off my emotion. I realize in writing who I am. I write because I once wrote a poem that shaped a year. I write because the stars and the moon and human beings are all so beautiful and distant. I write because I want to talk to strangers in the subway, I want to hold them when they cry and listen to their stories. But I don’t. I write because I think human nature is inherently evil. I write because I believe human beings are inherently good. I write because I miss you. I write as an act of faith. I write because I don’t believe. I write because I love. I write because I want you to be happy. I write because I cannot give you what you need. I write because I am furious. I write because I’m ravenous. I write because every time someone compliments my writing, I feel wonderful. I write because I can. I write because of the way my fingers feel pressed against the keys. I write for the glory. I write for no wages. I write for my parents. I write because it’s personal. I write because sometimes it hurts too much to talk to you. I write because I don’t think you’re trying hard enough. I write because it is the study of human misery. I write because it is the history of beauty. I write as a sign of hope. I write to the empty space. I write because I’m calling to the masses. I just write.