Why

I want to know what it’s like to be in the middle of the ocean
without even feeling so small
To know pain and regret,
but still live without fear
I want to know what it’s like to be split open,
for the sake of creating something beautiful
To run and run and feel alive
but not afraid to stumble
I want to know what it’s like to have something to hold on to
that time couldn’t even change
To know something greater than love,
To feel more than my heart can hold
I want to be more of who I am
but at the same time,
what’s not within arm’s reach,
makes me feel so weak
But I want to be transparent,
and see the world as a person who has lived
So I write and write and write
because I know, it’s the only way