Bloganuary – Day 6 – Why do I write?
The swell of black ink rises in the nib, poised for flow at the top edge of the ink chamber.
Always ready to take you over with a sickness, an expulsion of thoughts.
Why do I write? I cannot not write.
My DNA is already altered by the persistent desire to take emotions and transmute them to text.
It fixes me. I gain clarity.
I cannot not write.
JanBerry 