Read in case of procrastination

Gonna leave this here.

Write,
because you know no other way than this.

Write,
because the history of our hearts depends on it.

Write,
because the world needs your bloody, messy, gory truths.

Write,
because it will heal yourself, and give permission for others to do the same.

Write,
because to not is to deny the world of your gift.

Write,
for the people you left behind.

Write,
for the people you haven’t met yet.

Write,
for those who are silenced.

Write,
for those who feel their story isn’t worthy of being heard.

Write,
as if your life depended on it.

Write,
as if you need it to survive.

Write,
as if you you’re running out of time.

Write,
with every fiber in your muscles,
with every shard of bone in your skeleton,
with every cell in your organs,
with every gram of your soul,
until nothing is left of your fleshy container except a hollowed, worn out husk.

Write,
for Fuck’s sake, 

Write.