This Is Why I Write .

I write to find my voice – the voice that doesn’t always speak the truth to people but find its authenticity on paper.

I write to try to understand the person that lives inside me, the person that confuses me sometimes and comforts me every now and then.

I write to share my stories. The stories that actually happened and the stories that I wished had happened.

I write to live my dreams through my words as if by reading them I can actually believe them.

I write to forget certain people, or maybe I write to remember them.

I write to connect with strangers, to make new friends and to know that I’m not alone.

I write to expose the vulnerability that I try to curb every day. I write to free myself.

I write to let people know how much I love them and how much they mean to me.

I write about my past to remember that I survived and that time heals all wounds.

I write about my future because I want to paint it the way I like it. 

I write about my present because I’m still trying to figure out how to live it.

I write because I want to create happy endings and fairy tales and unrealistic fantasies.

I write about conversations I wish I could have.

I write about a love I haven’t found yet.

I write about things I’m searching for. I write so I can imagine myself finding them.

I write about people who are no longer alive. I write to bring them back to life.

I write because writing comes from the heart, I write because my mind can’t get involved in the process.

I write because writing allows me to be anyone I want, to erase certain memories, to relive certain memories or even start a new chapter.

I write because I’m much more comfortable with hiding behind my words than standing in front of a camera. 

I write because I want my children and grandchildren to understand me and see how times can change.

I write because somehow I want to leave something for them to remember me by – I want to leave something for the world to remember me by.

I write for those who are broken and those who are whole, for those who are in love and those who are in pain.

I write for those who feel things so deeply and who are moved by words that capture their emotions.

I write because God wanted me to write, because he decided the day I was born that this is what I’ll be here to do.

I write because one day I will look back and see how much I’ve grown.

I write because one day my writing will save me even if it kills me.

I write even when I don’t feel like writing; because the more I write, the more the world makes sense to me, the more I write, the more I find myself and the more I write, the more I believe that somehow I can still control how my story ends. 

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