Why do I write✍️

 Someone asked~why do u write?

I replied~why do I breathe?

I write because I've words within me waiting for life.words pleading to be set free.sometimes the words scream to me reminding me not to forget them, especially those that come at night's end.

As I fall off to sleep they come themselves into my mind.they are not forgotten when the sun rises🌄

These words explain to me that if I give them life , those who need them,hear them will find them.

These words meant to inspire,motivate-to heal-to connect-to provide hope.

These words are as much a part of me as my eyes,hands,heart and soul.

They are my beautiful utopia..MY STORYand MY LIFE..

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