why I write

 أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

For anyone who's never felt or thought deeply, for anyone who's never tried to understand emotion or knowledge, it would be next to impossible to explain why I write. It isn't just an integral part of being a poet, but a release of burdens that the self cannot carry. There is much more to find in life than what our eyes tell us, much more to appreciate and be made sober by. Some people aren't afraid of the depth, some people are. 

Writing is an outlet, an expression, a bridge to those beloved of how life changes and the lessons learned from riding across it.

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Addendum, 8/17/2020: 

As time passes and I learn more of myself and my beloved, a particular truth and purpose of myself has become crystal clear. A primary reason for why I write is so that my ocean may be there for my beacons, for whenever life tries to leave them parched and drained of their essence, this place will exist, an extension of who I am, with water fresh and cool and free of any salt or impurity, ever at the ready should they wish to drink. A nomad comes to appreciate the value such an oasis offers, having been the recipient of vast multitudes of such kinds of blessings from his Creator. While our paths may have different roads for the moment, you will never be at a loss for what the heart needs most, iA.