Why I Write

It was a perfect night for a stroll along the beach under the moon and the stars. As the moonlight shown its reflection on the water it seemed to make the night seem almost magical. I began to think about why I write: I write to release my sadness. I write to comfort the lonely. I write to happiness. I write to love in the world. I write to hate. I write to forgive. I write to forget. I write to help me face my fears. I write to help me face the unknown. I write to ease pain and sorrow. I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to turn my dreams into reality. I write to face my demons. I write to escape the horrors of an unjust world. I write to help those who have had unjust deaths have a voice. I write to guardian angels that have helped us through our darkest times. I write to accept things that I cannot control. I write to the tranquility that the beauty of nature brings. I write to turn the impossible to possible. I write to reminisce. I write to show the bonding between mother and child. I write to show the passion of newfound love. I write to comfort others in times of despair. I write to share happiness and joy. I write to face my nightmares. I write to follow my dreams. I write to the future generations to come. I write to hope. I write to heaven. I write to a better world to come.