the world is round and moves around in a circle circling the sun. Because everything moves in a cycle and is connected somehow, rejecting divisions and categorization. Because I hear the words and the words demand to be written, with every day and sight and sound. Because I am struck by the world’s beauty and it’s ambiguity. Because of all these things and more…I write.

…the world’s beauty and ambiguity…yes!
“Because I hear the words and the words demand to be written….”
and then the words demand a reader…whereupon they will fall upon their own swords, obliterating their selves even as the eyes pass them.