Immortalize Yourself

I write because I want someone to hear me out but I won't allow anyone to try and understand me.
I write because the paper never gives me a blank stare and the pen always holds my hand.
I write because my epiphanies always come when I'm in silence and I'm too lonely to let them leave but I don't want to yell at them to stay.
I write because emotions are so volatile and I don't want to burn any bridges.
I write because the world spins around the sun 365 times in a year.
I write because gravity pulls me ever closer to my center.
I write because my third eye tingles and I see who I really can become.
I write because I'm scared of forgetting who I've been.
I write because I'm scared of you and scared of me.
I write because the wind loves an audience and someone should write down how it dances.

I write because I don't want to look back someday and forget you existed.

I write because my experiences are so far-fetched that reading them back makes them more believable.

I write because someday someone will relive my experiences.
I write because.
I write because.
I write because.
I write because a blank spot is the perfect place to fill in with useless words with imaginary meaning. Because my therapist doesn't exist beyond the 2D plane. Because when I'm through with fear and my doubt I want to have something interesting to laugh at. Because my chest hurts. Because my tears want something to smear. Because there is no water to drink here. Because I want to. Because it's what I'm good at. Because I can.

Why do you write?