Because I wished to write.

I just read an awesomely inspiring blogpost and I feel like writing something beautiful and honest.
I want to write something magical. Something that lights up the eyes of the reader.
I want to write something that comes right from my heart and reaches out to many other hearts.

I want to write about...
the sound produced on pulling the strings of a guitar
the bubbles that protrude and burst when tea boils
the relief that one feels on finally reaching home after an exhausting day at work
the clattering of teeth when the weather gets cruelly cold
the feeling I get when I step on sand and it takes the shape of my feet
how music inspires me, how the pumping beats make me want to achieve more while the soothing rhythms pacify me
the smallest of my dreams

I just want to write till the end of time.
Pen down every sight I see, every sound I hear, every emotion I feel.

I want to write not for the sake of writing, but because that is the easiest way to express myself. I want to write because I wish to create something, whether good or bad, beautiful or ugly.

I want to write to become a writer. I want to write so I learn some more. I want to write to be a better person. I want to write to inspire. I want to write to be inspired.

I want to write because I don't know if there is something else that I can ever do with such intense passion.