september sixteen

you write.

you write when you’re happy.
or when good things come to pass.
you write when you’re sad or lonely
or tired
you write when you find love
or when your heart is breaking


you write when the chaos confuses you
or when the silence is too loud
you write when your life makes sense
or when you
do not understand


you write because you have to
to breathe
to dream
to bleed
to soar

to die,
and live again



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