Why do i write ?
Why am i even here?
Maybe in hope.
Maybe in desperation.
Maybe is anticipation.
Maybe because I'm a little tired every now-and-then.
Maybe because i dream of being heard, just a little, for once.
Maybe i wish, that at least someone would hear a tiny piece of my soul here, and in all anonymity, not judge me for once.
Maybe someone would read me, and not get sad, and not feel guilty, and not feel sorry, and not worry ,just be there.
Maybe that's why this scribbling is sacred. Maybe that's why i keep coming back. Maybe the insecurities i never used to have, maybe my suddenly empty social life, maybe the creepy monotony hands me my pen.
To blurt out a little and to breathe a little. Maybe that's why i write.
Maybe to live a little.
Maybe.
-mauli
