why I write

I write to remember...
I write to forget...
I write to quell the pain...

I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love,
to form
the words, to say the words, to touch the source, to be touched,
to reveal
how vulnerable we are,
how transient.
-Terry Tempest Williams

Mostly I just wish I had written that. But I didn't. So I wrote my own.

I write to clear my head of the cloudiness of the day. I write so that I don't forget how I felt at an exact moment in history and in my life. I write to make sense of the confusion of hurt and life. I write to record the sheer happiness that comes with life.

I write quickly and until my mind is empty for fear that I might forget and lose the feeling forever. I write in frantic sentences so I don't lose my next thought to the one I am still trying to understand.

I write to pretend I'm an expert. I write because in my own mind I become an author. I write to be more like my heroes.

I write because my thoughts make more sense on paper than in my mind. I write to control the emotions and feelings in my soul so I can better express them.