I write because it is inevitable, because I fear part of me will die if I do not. I write because it is an escape, and because it feels like home. I write because I hope to be remembered. I write because sometimes it's the only thing that feels like anything at all, like my words are me, like my lists will one day come true.
I write because everything I have not written is a vast open space, cavernous, hollow. I write to feel my bones and the wind on my skin, to see the soft butterflies of poetry land on my arms. I write to embrace the world, so I can wrap my arms around the cosmos. I write.