I’d like to say that I am abound with people asking me why I write. Sadly, or maybe not so sadly, I’ve never been asked why. Nonetheless, I think it’s important to ask ones self that from time to time. If for no other reason as to be self reflected about ones actions. So why do I write? I write because it’s an outlet.

A creative outlet for all the ideas that come to my brain that would otherwise be locked away there. It’s in that I find my poetry and writings on things fantastical. Within them I discover a secondary world from which I can develop a place to escape. A place to tell even greater stories amongst friends. It is also through them that I find a voice to my emotions. Transformed into words they begin to make more sense and become a visible and tangible thing to experience and explore.

Writing also as an outlet for my philosophical mind. With each day I find things that I need to comes to grips with. Things that I must find a place of sanity else I would grow mad. These day more then ever I wish to rail against all the ignorance that surrounds us. Yet, to do so would do little good. So I try to work out the bigger issues as I see them. Rather then talk about an individual I try to figure out the actions and if they make sense in a civil society. This allows me to speak from a place of thoughtfulness when pulled into political conversations.

In the end I write for my own well being. I write to make sense of myself and the world around me. I write to remain sane.