I breathe; therefore, I write.

Every breath I take is a drive for me to write the words that the mouth can never speak. Every living and breathing being is what keeps my stories and pen alive for eternity. Through writing, I found solace in the darkness and loneliness that I used to loathe. The depths of the unknown are what keep me up at night and my inked heart beating; for I bleed. I bleed my grief and sorrow where my healing resides for the time being.

I write for those who cannot and aren’t able to do so–To become a voice for those who are voiceless–To become a catalyst of emotions and an entity of growth and inspiration. I choose to write for others, and especially for myself. As the blank pages fill up, the ink disappears, and the covers turn to dust, I will continue to write.

Because I continue to breathe and live, therefore, I will continue to write.