why i write. why i sing. why i try
to make the world a better place
when the world doesn’t seem to
want to be better. why do i think
that i can make any difference or
do anything in this huge space of
billions of people all doing their
things while i attempt to connect.
but then I remember how once,
I was struck by the words of books,
of stories, and decided to do the
same for others. I want to help
one person. Just one person.