why i write

i write because i need to.

& because getting words out into the open, is like setting them free.

and really, there's no better feeling.

i've been writing since i can remember,

writing poems and stories when i was younger,

and now, just writing to find my rhythym.

i miss the way thoughts sound when they're no longer in my head.

i miss the way that my fingers hit the keys just about as fast as i can think.

something about a pen and a paper, will always be my favourite.

i can sit for hours in a coffee shop and write letters.

to myself, to my future husband, to my friends, and penpals.

as soon as the pen hits the paper, it's smooth sailing.

sometimes i am tempted, to be embarrassed with my ease of words.

to hide them, and keep them to myself. 

but then. lately. i am realizing, maybe i've been given the words to share.

and i need not be afraid of rejection.

i've found it extremely helpful.
to know more about myself, and who i want to become.
and so, more than anything.
these letters are for me.
to help me recognize you when i find you.
and to be able to let go when i know i haven't.

and also. because i need an outlet.
and writing to a future self,
and sometimes, a future other half.
means you can know who i was now,
and how it shaped me into who i am going to be.
and it won't be so easy for me to forget how i got to where i'm headed.

yours,

-a