Personal Experience: A Personal Reflection Of My Writing

I write because I’m a writer. I write because I can. I write because I have nothing else to do. I write because I can do anything I want. I write because I feel like it. Or if the teacher makes me. I write about the slam-dunked footballs. I write beginnings and ends. Lots of middles too. I write for pleasure. I write for joy. I write because I’m a nice boy. I write in the summer. I write in the spring. I also write in winter. And even autumn too. I write for those who cannot write. And those who write constantly. I write to get good grades. I write even if it results in bad grades. I write in all different colors. I write in the lilac color of the ocean in the sunset. I write in any shape or size. I write the past, present and future. I write all of those things. But sometimes none of them. …show more content…
I write because I need answers. And the bad ones too. I write about the true. I write about the fake. I write about everything and I write about nothing. I write in aqua. I write about the happy. I write about the sad. I write about the good. I write about the bad. I write to feel. I feel to write. I write in the deep color of coquelicot. I write in morning or night. I write when I’m calm. I write when I’m in fright. I write out of inspiration and I write to inspire. I write with a pencil. I write with a pen. I write with chalk. I write with the keys. I write with with a marker. I write in house. I write in my room. I write on my bed with things going through my head. I write about everything, yet I write about nothing. I write on my paper. Or on my computer.