To Write

What moves in my heart; I write it. What stirs in my imagination; I write it. What breaks me; I write it. There is nothing that quells the desire in me to write. Happiness makes me do it. Sadness makes me do it. Through the whole broad spectrum of my life and emotion there are reasons for me to write. I do not pigeon hole myself into writing for the sake of proving a point or climbing up onto a soapbox. Writing should be as free and lifting as a kite soaring through the sky. Does the kite have a reason for flying other than just because the wind blows? I want my words to be my own, without a secret need to prove something; without pretense or reprimand. When a bird opens its mouth to sing a song it is because that it what it was created to do. I don't want to write for a reader, though I do sometimes, but simply because my brain is too full of words and I must let them spill out of me or die.

I do not want to sit down and pen something that is a thin veil for ulterior motives.