I want to write. I want my voice to mean something – something more than the words in my head; something more than the words in my heart.
I want to write. I want words to fall like tears to the page – sweet, salty – full of emotion.
I want to write. I want to give voice to that which has none.
I want to write. I want to put words to the beauty that I see; the beauty that I live – even when it is hard to recognize – to find value. Words do that don’t they? Give value to the hidden.
I want to write. It is more than a want…it is a need. Because when my words fall short of the page – my heart remains hidden.
Words uncover me.