Reasons why I read, reasons why I write.

I read and write
Not merely as a pastime or hobby.
For those words are far too mundane
To describe the journey of words so poetic.
Words painted beautifully on paper
Allow me to live a thousand lives.
Those of men and women
And a combination of both.
Those of kings and queens
Of rich and poor
Those who love women
Those who love men
Who love both
Who love neither
I’ve lived in cities
I’ve lived in slums
I’ve lived in rivers
I’ve lived through floods
I’ve survived omens
And curses
I’ve endured the worst disappointments
And survived the deaths of those I’ve grown to love
I am stronger
I am wiser
That is why I read
That is why I write.


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