I write because sometimes the insomnia doesn’t leave me for days and there is nothing else to fill the emptiness with, apart from words and darkness that surround me.
I write because there is nothing like the silence of 4 am combined with the sounds of a bustling Asian city through an open window.
I write because the blinking cursor on a white sheet of electronic paper makes me nervous. It’s like watching your life go by in seconds. I write because then it disappears a little. It’s a fake idea.
I write because I can forget about the world around me and create my own. But mostly I just retype what I witness. I write non-fictional fiction.
I write because I don’t know how to lie in my writing and I am tired of lies from my daily life.
I write because I don’t know what else to do.
April 10, 2012