Right or wrong, I write.

I write for rhyme or I write for reason: sometimes I try for both and achieve neither. I've chosen a path lined, like paper, with strict guidelines and razor edges: no room for tomfoolery. Rather a shame, that, as I'm seriously inclined to be silly. I write, in this place specifically, to remember that words aren't as flat as they seem, they have corners and can turn very quickly. I write, generally speaking, because I have a hard time saying what's on my mind. The air is already full of so much noise that mine gets pushed back and down more often than not. But pages are already empty, quietly waiting to be filled. I write, mainly and perhaps most importantly, because I have many, many questions: and I hope that if I write long enough, my pen might stumble upon the answer.