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?