I do not write because I believe,
Nor for the needs of others.
I write because I like words,
Specifically - the combination of words.
Some fit more than others,
Some are so estranged to one another
In meaning and sound- yet ring perfectly in my ears.
I write because in the weary hours of the night
Only words keep me company - only words resonate from
The four walls of my bedroom.
They are constant - my words, even when all is silence
Words fill me, projecting themselves upon the void
Giving it shape and meaning.