why I write

I felt encouraged to write the other day, as I had not written for a little while. So I thought I would write about why I write.

Sometimes when the day does not make sense

And time has passed by without notice

I find I have missed out on something of importance

An important headline of the days happenings,

A good conversation with a long standing friend.

Sometimes even a telephone call with a distant companion,

So now I write things down, I write things down so I notice more,

Like how a person motions when they are passionately speaking

Or how a red and orange leaf falls ever softer through the wind

Settling peacefully to the ground. Or sometimes I now notice

The people passing by some with face of focus and others

Others looking for a wonder why, while seeking answers in the hosts above

Other times I like to step out of the mayhem and thank the Lord he made it all.

I find as I write that my hidden expressions become a reality on a page

That I can share with people that which I hid so well

I write to let people know what is happening in the life of me, behind the Grecian mask.

I write so my heart can speak what my mouth cannot. That is most important of all.