i can't stop. i'm talking to myself now, someone might hear, but it's ok, it's just me and me now. only we know what we need to do, no more asking for permission.
i lost count of how many times i did it, i'm just glad i did and i don't want to stop. but that's what happens when it starts, it stays in motion and just keeps going as long as you let it.
no one has to know. maybe they won't discover me until after i'm dead. it doesn't matter, i just have to keep doing it. it needs me, and i need it.
i write to love, i write to live.
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