I want to write.

 I want to write.

 

I want to write out all of the stories that play in my mind.

    Tell the tales of highs and lows of the characters that act in my head.

I want to write.

I want to write all the poems I never knew how to put into words.

    Whether with rhymes or without, short bursts of creativity flowing from my fingers.

I want to write.

I want to write all of the lyrics to the melodies I hum every now and again.

    All of the words lost to the void without having ever been written down.

I want to write.

I want to write up all the scripts on topics I want to talk about.

    Share my thoughts and my feelings, my passion for the things that hooked me in.

I want to write.

I want to write all the letters to the people I wish I could speak to again.

    To finally say the things I never had the courage to say.

I want to write.