I want to write.

I need to write.

It’s a desire that goes down
deep into my core,
a desire that cannot be topped
by anything else in this world.

I want to write.

I want to feel the pen under my hand,
moving in its rhythm with the world.

I need to write.

I need to curb the urge,
to stop the flow,
to not end up where I know I’m going.

I want to write.

I need to write.

I am a writer.

All I am, all I do

is write.