Why I write

I write because my silence is painful.

I write because truth is better than lies.

I write because there is so much love

I write because I am dead inside when I don’t

I am telling everyone what I see and feel

I write because I am funny

Because I am sad

Because I am observant

Because I am clever

Because I am intelligent

Because I noticed that the turkeys who live at the park like sunflower seeds

I write because the beauty of the rose garden is too amazing not to write about.

I write because I can’t believe how beautiful life is

I write because I am not sure who will tell the story of the homeless couple under the freeway

I write because the stories are endless

I write because I do not want to speak all the time

I write because Nature is so beautiful it is painful

I write because I saw a Great Horned Owl when I was a child and it was magnificent

I write because I am so fortunate to be alive and see the stories

I write because it sorts things out

I write because there is both light and darkness in our world

I write because a higher being watches over me

I write because there is a heap of plastic in the ocean.

I write because all of these things are my truth

I write because Love is All We Need.

I write because my words, just like my dance, won’t be shown if I silence them

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