Who do you write for? This is a question I often must ask myself, and I still can’t properly answer it. When I have an urge I write because if I don’t I feel sick. It would be unnatural not to write. Sometimes I write for another person in particular but as time goes by the receiver of that writing looses meaning in my life and someone else gains it and the same words count for them as well. The writings are neutral and filled with meaning and direction at the same time. They mean nothing to someone and everything to others. They are written for me and also for other people. When ego comes to play they are written for the thousands of people I imagine will read my writing and resonate with it, but they are also written for no one. Whenever I try to answer that question I enter a void where I am unable to provide one answer, probably because there isn’t one. I write therefore I am?
