when the enemy roars that it's meaningless-
I think of all the art that made me smile,
all the art that has inspired me,
touched me to the point of tears,
provided footing and courage for unexpected detours,
all the stories I still remember, 
all the songs that made me feel alive,
all the dances that inspired me to try again...

through the roar that "it's meaningless",
I pick up my pen and write anyway