Random Journal Post: Why I Write

A passion for writing seems to be in my blood; I was born to write.

My family is full of composers, poets and storytellers–I suppose it was only natural when I came into this world, my love for the written word would be instant. Today’s random, silly ramble, is all about the reasons why I love to write.

I write when there is nothing better to do; I write because there is nothing better to do.

I write when my mind travels to far off places; I write because I dream to visit many places.

I write when my heart aches; my heart aches when I cannot write.

 

 

 

 

I write when there is a song in my heart; writing keeps the song in my heart. 

 

 

 

 

 

I write things that I will never be, because writing gives me the power to be anyone I please.

I write when romance strikes a chord in my heart. When I feel loved, I take my pen and pour my heart onto paper to remember and cherish every beautiful moment.

I write when mystery lingers in the shadows, to discover what awaits on the other page that kept me on my toes.

 

 

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I write when my heart races, a dream of monsters with many faces.

 

 

I write when I feel lost, because I know within the words I write, my heart’s desire will be found.

 

 

 

Writing gives me a voice when I feel like I can’t be heard; writing allows me to be the voice for others who cannot speak.

 

 

Writing is like bottling up memories, saving them for another time.

I write because in my dreams, I’ve made new friends who all have stories of their own to be told. 

I write because the overwhelming sensation of first kisses are quite an addiction.

And most importantly, I write because a world without imagination and adventures to be had, would be a bad kind of hell.