Why I Write

The other day, I was feeling off-kilter and didn’t know why. My emotions were all out of whack, and my thoughts had become dangerously irrational.

To process, I went for a walk and turned to the only activity that makes sense when all seems lost: writing.

The sun began to set, and the darkness of twilight crept in, but I continued to write, oblivious of my surroundings.