Why I Write

It was made out of love It was made for a reason It had its purpose It was the implementation Absolutely it was Appeared seldomly Thoughtfully was that decision There was no turning back I had to indulge my inner self I had to entertain my curiosity I had to challenge my intelligence I had to breath Acknowledgement of a gift that was never used Evolution of thoughts that were bottled inside Praises of a job well done which brought achievements Honouration of yourself