I write as a filter,
To put my emotions on a page so I can see them clearly.
To feel each key pushed down into place,
To make words come alive with the power of just my fingertips,
To hear each letter click into shape:
As time goes on the sound continues, gaining speed until it seems to be a constant tone,
Words flying like birds out of a tree to be captured by the gentle white of the sky-
I write to bleed,
To make sure my heart is still beating,
To ensure that my lungs are still breathing,
To live through the words on the page.