Why do I write?


Why?

Because I have to.

Why?

Because I want to.

Why?

Because I need to.

Why?

Because I want your approval.

Why?

Because I want you to be angry with me.

Why?

Because I want you to be afraid.

Why?

Because I want you to have questions.

Why?

Because Theresa Barnwell needed to fight.

Why?

Because Agnes Fields had to be redeemed.

Why?

Because Wendell was a mama's boy.

Why?

Because the Boy Scouts had to be brave.

Because the Priestess had the power.

Because a killer had it coming.

Because a little girl needed a friend.

Because the plane was going nowhere.

Because the big cats were restless.

Why?

Because Barry Wigmore was chasing his White Rabbit.

Why?

Because Glenda and Billy fell in love.

That's why I write.

Charlie

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