“Why do you love to write?” they ask.
Because there are worlds caught in the snare of my imagination
And I am to be their liberator
“Why do you love it so fiercely?” they ask.
Because the icy fist of reality that beats me into dank submission
And the only warmth I find is buried between the tattooed parchment of my stories
“Why do live inside your head?” they ask.
Because the world has lost its magic
And the key to open its floodgates is buried within me
“Why do you love writing?” they ask.
Because it is the only solace in a world of never ending chaos
Each word offering a silence that a thousand wind chimes could not pierce