Why do I write?

I write because I AM NOT ALONE.

I have NEVER been alone, NONE of us have. We just happen to reside inside these socially constructed cages, ever burdened by these white walls.

Look. We grow up in little box rooms in little box houses with little box yards, and everything is surrounded by steel wire fences and concrete lines.

We go to big box schools, sit at little square desks. We read parallel lies from rectangular books. And stick figure teachers explain the world.

So, tell me, is it any wonder I forgot how to love?