I do it for the feeling, the euphoria, the warmth. the sense of accomplishment that comes with finishing my last sentence with the final full stop. The ecstasy that fills me from top to toe when I read my words back, each syllable and beat making up a rhythm that that courses and flows - a melody that is made within my mind. The satisfying tip-taps of my fingers on the keyboard, sliding and dancing between the letters and symbols in just the right order, to make something special, important. It can be powerful and beautiful and evil and cold-hearted, it can be anything, anything at all. Boundaries do not exist when you allow your thoughts to spill onto the page, not distracted and uninterrupted - edited, but only within the realms of your imagination.