A phychological necessity in a human's life.
My thoughts are hidden
In an endorphine-lacking limbic system.
When I write, my world is exposed.
Beautifully sculpted words,
My literal being,
My entire soul's explaination for life.
Why I hurt
What I love
Disgorged and exposed to my entire macrocosm.
Acceptance and understanding
For my loved ones and myself.
My own way of making this atrocious yet exquisite world
A little easier to endure.