Why do I write?
So why do I write?
It's an expression for my demensia, a catharsis for my inner demons. This word-smithing is a way to craft stories and tales from the multiple twisting tracks that run rampant through my mind.
Hopes and dreams and disappointments and angers. All archetypes of the emotional construct and all want their words to be heard first. It's to share knowledges and experiences, viewpoints and opinions on the world-at-large and the world-at-small. This microcosm tries to make sense of the macrocosm while not necessarily trying to reflect the chaotic turbulence that I seem to always witness. As above, so below... I think not.
It's a way to sort through the memories and the experiences to try to reach an understanding of position in this life and in this world. That ever-present search for purpose and peace that haunts me like a baobhan sidhe hunting in the evening hours.
And of course it's to record my sleeping dreams. Because my sleeping dreams can get freaking weird.
Yay for run-on sentences! ;-P