Why is that?

~Why do I write? I write because...some of the feelings inside me would tear me apart if I didn't let them out. Why do I paint? I paint because pictures from my dreams desperately long to become real... Why do I sing? I sing because my soul has a song that its making up about its life...and the music inspires me... Why do I create? To give life to melancholy imaginations...taking a part of myself and putting it into something...giving it a purpose, a reason to exist. Why do I dream? I dream because if there were no dreams, no dream world or fake world...there would be no real world. Nothing would be real. ~?





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