Why I Write

I was wondering about why I write, and who I write for - my words are selective, they're like the birds inside a cage waiting to be set free - but not just by anyone. I write for the ones who connected to the world, to people - I write for the girl who doesn't quite fit in her clique, and for the guy who just doesn't understand why his buddies can't think of anything but the football game.

I write for people who notice things that mostly go unnoticed.

I set my words flying in the vast sky, and they wander around in different places, some notice them, and some dont.