Why leaves a very open place to explore.
I write what comes to mind. I love to think and come up with stories and fantasies in my head. I love to think of things I'd love to say, but I just can't put to words. I love to think of what I should draw next. I like to think of the problems of others or just the world in general and see if I can help. I like to think of jokes, and memories that never fail to make me smile. I like to think of a crazy schedule I have. I like to think in different perspectives. I like to think how I can write.
I write because I think. I think so much, I can't get it all down. Thinking can be one my bad attributes when it becomes over-thinking. But when it's not, it's what connects everything and anything I see, hear, taste, smell, and touch and somehow creates it into a mind maze that I can't control. It may be crazy but it's the reason I write.
And sometimes, I just rant as I write or write my emotions out of my thoughts. Either way it always leads back to thinking.
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