Being a writer is not a job.
It is not a choice.
It is a state of being.
It is at the core of my existence.
Nothing will stand in its way and nothing can prevent it.
It’s my creative mastermind.
It’s the course I travel blindly, but with an open heart.
It is the life I lead.
It’s the introspection and observation.
It’s where I find meaning.
It’s where the rubber meets the road.
It’s discovery and self absorption.
It is undeniable.
I cannot hide.
It always finds me.
It never loses patience with me.
It rides in the front seat and in the backseat.
Sometimes it even takes the wheel.
It is not separate from anything.
It is part of everything.
It consumes me.
It listens to me.
It waits for me.
It prompts me.
It gives me light and I give it life.
It holds my hand.
It sets me free.
It never says no.
It never lets me say no.
It ages with me.
It stays up with me on long sleepless nights.
It laughs with me.
It spares me.
It comforts me.
It challenges me.
It shows me.
It leads me.
It follows me.
It chases me.
It protects me.
It defines me.
It transforms me.
It is…me.