I wonder why I write. That may sound strange to some people, especially those who know that I write pretty often. Writing poetry is often a painful experience. Let me explain.
When I am writing, it takes a lot for me to be coherent. It is mentally strenuous. Anyone who tells you otherwise is lying. When I am done writing, I am happy yet I feel a lot of strain. I want my thoughts to be not only beautiful but make sense. Writing is an excercise that only that mentally strong should partake.
Secondly, when I write, I feel more in touch with my insane side. I feel that boundary between the sane and insane get a little smaller. I cannot explain it. Maybe it is the crazy artist syndrome.
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