I write simply because Im messy,

I cry and tears land on a white platform,

I yell and sound waves move my pen in type of tango,

I love and my heart beats rhythm into the words I write,

I laugh and my breath moves through the feeling behind the pen,

I hurt, and the pain is felt on more than just the reader,

I write because Im messy, and my mess creates chaos,

Chaos that rumbles in the land of imagination,

chaos that sails on a sea of emotion

chaos that spins life in me

I write because I am the Chaos 

I am me.