Why write

I don’t feel like writing. I want to write – no – I need to write like I need to breathe. I am not living, I am only surviving when I don’t write. It is me; like my arm or the hair on my head, it completes me. I am alive when I put pen to paper, when I created worlds and beings and lives. I am god.

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