I write to exude words which my mouth and tears could not convey. I write to be scuttled in thoroughness and let my mind get alone in fantasized letters which my pen solidifies. I write to at least surface my body with ink and let it veiled my melancholic agonies that outflowed. I write to express epistles where blind can see and deaf can hear. I write to be jailed in imaginative fantasy and let my whole escape in my cruel reality.