A longing.
A feeling in your stomach.
Words in your head.
A desire–to be heard, to be known.
But also a privacy: characters to hide behind, to know, to learn from, to create.
A belief.
People are good; life can be happy; beautiful love does exist; this world,
Though it doesn’t make sense,
Is spinning with a purpose.
You have a purpose:
TO WRITE
A world that is yours, but is more,
A world you wrote,
With words you wrote.
What do you write for?