Why I write

because I have to.

I write.

Not because I want to, but because I have to.

There are strings of words ready to bloom,

in need of expression.

Thoughts, eager to be told.

There are depths in search of excavation,

Shallow grounds that need ploughing.

There is within me an intense desire to be heard, if not seen.

A longing to share our commonalities.

Humanity.

Sometimes only from a word or two in which we might find another,

understand and feel the other.

To form connections, not just in the written words,

but in how they sink into our spirits and what they soulfully express.

And so….

To kindred spirits, who cannot choose but to write.

To you who so willfully share your souls imagination.

May you humbly find your way into another’s heart.

Embracing, along the way, this perpetual act of writing that will undoubtedly take you along the unknown paths of true belonging.

For you must not forget that we are all, but one.

Much love,

Mies xx