A.I.K.C.I.R.E

I write to escape the reality which sometime I am too fragile to bear. I read because I can be whoever it is that I want to be at the moment. I sing to drown out the sounds of “can’t”, “won’t” and impossible. I cry to cleanse my soul of the pain, the hurt and disappointment that I’ve allowed to enter my universe.

I write to share a message, because when it is all said and done; only these words will remain. My body will be recycled into new life forms; someone new will be in possession of the energy loaned to me by the Almighty. I read to know how someone, yesterday, mastered what it is that I still can’t begin today. I sing because the music that comes from my mind is more pure than the noise we fill our worlds with today. I cry because I am happy, happy to have the grace and mercy to “press restart”.

I write to see how the random thoughts in my mind may sound to someone else. I read to drown out the voices in my head, not knowing of whence they come. I read because the cable is cut off, and I need something to bridge the gap. I sing, because I am bored and making up songs seems to bring me joy. I cry, because you hurt my feelings, yesterday.

I write because my handwriting looks nice and I am proud of it. I read because my big brown eyes must be put to use for fear I lose them. I sing because I sound good, and if I practice long enough, one day I will have the courage to share it with those who may listen. I cry because I am filled with passion about this and you don’t understand me. You never understand me.

I write because it is a safe release, something like an orgasm without the sweat. I read because I am hungry to learn of new things, new methods, new languages, and new victories. I sing because the bible says to make a joyful noise to the Lord…so. I. Must. Oblige. HIM. I cry because your birth was one of the happiest days of my life, Ava.

I love because I’ve read that the only way to know the true meaning of life is to step outside of self and embrace something else so wholeheartedly, that we’ll call it love. I love because, I wrote about love so much until one day, the light bulb went off and I felt it. I love because the songs all speak of love and have contaminated my mind with the idea in such a way that I had to try it for myself. And, I always cry because of love. I cry when love hurts. I cry when love feels so good. I cry when my love doesn’t seem to be enough. I cry when my loved ones hurt. I cry when my loved ones win!