Monday, January 30, 2012
I write because of the fragility of our existence.
I write because it's my answer to impermanence.
I write because it helps me stay connected to my heart.
I write because we're all different, and so much the same.
I write because the world needs more tenderness.
I write because I'm tired of secrets.
I write because it's my path to redemption.
I write because I've forsaken those that I love.
I write because I want to know myself.
I write because I want to know you.
I write because I'm drawn towards things I shouldn't do.
I write because every flower is meant to bloom.
I write because life is full of paradoxes.
I write because I've had to leave friends behind.
I write because it's my form of prayer.
I write because, when I write, I lose track of time.
I write because I've walked dark streets looking for love.
I write because of the way the sublime slips away from words.
I write because of the twice shy part of once burned.
I write because it helps me learn.
I write because there are plenty of people who have written, famous well-published people, literary figures, literary giants, and I didn't like what they wrote.
I write because I'm always telling myself stories anyhow.
I write because I don't know all of the reasons
I write.
I write.
I write.
I write.
"T. Scott McLeod"
I Write
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