"Why write?"
you say. 

I have a simple response,
"to live."

I write like most people breathe,
I inhale life and exhale ink.

I need to see my thoughts on paper
before I can believe they are real
and true.
My journal is the where, how, and why
of my everything.
If it hasn't been written,
it can't be mine.

This is my existance,
I can live no life without that precious
pen shaped indent in my finger.