why i write. why i sing. why i try

to make the world a better place

when the world doesn’t seem to

want to be better. why do i think

that i can make any difference or

do anything in this huge space of

billions of people all doing their

things while i attempt to connect.

but then I remember how once,

I was struck by the words of books,

of stories, and decided to do the

same for others. I want to help

one person. Just one person.