We write our pain. We write our joy.
We write our anger. We write our fear.
We write our peace. We write our love.
Oh, how we write our love.
We write to think. We write to feel.
We write to understand. We write to comprehend.
We write to figure it out and we write to be nonsensical.
And oh, how we write our love.
We write to remember. We write to forget.
We write to dream. We write our nightmares.
We write to predict. We write to preserve.
In other words, we write.
In these exact words, we write.
We write until there are too many words to read, until there are not enough, until they’re just so.
We write for all the right reasons.
We write for all the wrong reasons.
We write to get it right. We write to steer you wrong.
We write and write and write and write and write
As if we were stuck in Casablanca
With nothing to do but wait and wait and wait
and as long as we were waiting so long
we may as well write.
