Do you like to write? If you do, why?
I have this compulsion and obsession to write because I love words, the sound of them and the beauty they can create stringing them together. I love how the letters, words and sentences march across the screen as I sit here tap, tapping. I write often/all the time for comfort. I write for the sound of a friendly voice, my own. I write to find objectivity, clarity, wisdom and whatever comes up in the conversation. I write to find and love myself as this poem expresses so beautifully.
Love After Love – Derek Walcott
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
I feel the need of comfort today. The wind blows and howls all day as if someone is suffering and crying. I feel the unease of someone walking over my grave. The sun and cloud vies for dominance, casting shifting shadows over the landscape. I hug myself for comfort. Really I would like to be in bed with the covers over my head. But I hear this voice saying, You can run but you can’t hide. So here I am, facing the music, tap, tapping away a bit of the fear. There’s nowhere to run.
onethousandandtwo 
I can tell you enjoy writing and it shows in your posts. I also know that your mood shifts many times throughout the day as you capture different thought and feelings. Your writing is clear and colorful, regardless if you’re having a good or bad day. I hope you found some comfort in what you wrote or from somewhere else after making this post.
Thank you, Des. I felt a great sense of gratitude when I read your post, Do We Really Know Who We Are? that someone else has the same wonderings and views. I often feel that I should want more and be more. Then it would be easier to be part of the herd. Not being a member sometimes is lonely. But it is difficult to be what I am not.
Lily
Hi Lily, sorry, I read this earlier and replied from my tablet, but for some reason it never seems to work on replies. I’m really glad you related to my post because I really had reservations about posting it. I really think it’s best not to follow the herd most of the time. Life is too short to blindly follow. And I’m also glad you don’t try to be something you’re not. I don’t do that either. The older I get, the easier it seems to just be myself and not care what others think. I guess that’s one bonus we’ve earned! Des
Thank you, Des. You are a thoughtful and kind man. I’m glad you wrote your post. If we are going to spend time and effort writing, it might as well be something meaningful and thought provoking.
Lily
Your writing style is very fluid and pretty. Great writing! Keep it up!
I too love to write. It often feels like it flows through me. Like it’s a download and if I don’t catch it right away it will be gone. Sometimes I have to get a pen and paper or my mobile in the middle of the night because I know it’ll all be gone if I don’t catch it right there and then. At times it takes only minutes for it to evaporate. Or perhaps it shows up in someone else’s head?