Reasons

How much sense do my reasons make 
if I were to tell you why I write, why
I make music? 

They may not make sense to you, or 
even seem justifiable. It doesn't matter
much to me, really. 

I have to. I cannot let this part of me die.
I give it life as often as I can in order to
give myself life. 

It is both blood and water. It is inspiration
and heartache. It is rapture and catharsis.
It is to be as fully human as possible.