You know. I've been asked many a time why I write. And surprisingly enough I didn't have a good answer. I would mumble because it's fun or because I do. Now though I have a good answer as to why. Its because I feel so alive when I write my pen flows across the page, my fingers type words. My words turn into sentences. My sentences turn into paragraphs. My Paragraphs turn into someones time spent reading them. And those paragraphs weave an impossible tale that only I could think of. My words weave worlds. My worlds leave a mark that cannot be undone. What I do is in the now. What I leave behind is forever. This is why I write. Why do you?
~Ghostray
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Quovus Quovus Mar 23, 2017 12:34AM
Sorry  I've been so inactive on my other stories, I've just been busy and now I'm working on one story so I can work on the others. ~Ghost
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