why do we need to write! feeling the pen press against the soft paper with enjoyment. trying to express our troubles our thoughts and ideas to others. yet its never for anyone else but our self's like an addiction. having a reason or no reason at all we continue blindly. your words may mean something to few or nothing to everyone but we don't stop. night after night the words seem to run through your mind without control. the only solution is to have those words be expressed in any manner. never needing acceptance but understanding is that what we crave or what i crave.am i a writer or a man with foolish dreams.