Write I, Why? #WhatIWrite

because i am.

because i once was.

because someday i also will be.

to be free

to be me

to existentially & poetically find serenity 

in the complexity of having life

(even if, unsuccessfully, i've failed to woo a wife).

because i can

because i do

because i communicate with you

& because i want to know what's true

(but that I also love to lie).

because i'm bry 

and it's another way to cry,

to      f     l    y,

and to try new things.

because i remember

and i dream

(while other times i SCREAM).

because i feel

because it's real

because it helps me seal a deal

of empowering the speck i am

in a universe of infinite possibilities

entangled with the simplicities of unraveling a Gordian knot.

because i'm full of snot and other icky things

and it pulls at my soul with delicate heartstrings...

because it offers me a round of second helpings

letting me leave scattered scarlet miniature red herrings

planted in notebooks as spiritual seedlings -

iced, almost daily, on cakes with delicious toppings.

because i do

because i did

because i will also one day be done.

because while i have each moment

i might as well have fun.

In Celebration of tomorrow's National Day on Writing.