The salve for my wounds.
It is my outlet, my inlet.
It gives me insight and perspective.
Through words I connect more deeply with myself and others.
Writing is my gateway to sanity, though I often write insanely.
Writing is my pleasure and my pain.
It is my balance and imbalance.
It is my breath. Through it I inhale and exhale: breathing, panting, gasping. Grasping. Releasing.
Writing is the fire in my belly that burns until expressed through my fingertips – my lips.
It is my passion and my dispassion.
My obsession, my lesson.
Writing is for me the burning embers of my desire; my soul’s truest expression on this plane.
Writing is in my soul. It is there that I connect to the All and beyond.
Writing is …. simply me.