Write in the morning, in a coffee shop bright and early.
Write in the park, under the biggest tree you can find.
Write in school, whenever you grasp a spare minute.
Write on the bus, no matter how sloppy your handwriting gets.
Write from the bathtub, careful not to drop your pencil within the bubbles.
Write on the porch, watching the sun set so beautifully.
Write before you go to bed, before you slip under the cool sheets alone.
Write at two o’clock in the morning, after a nightmare jostles you awake.
Write when you can’t fall asleep, scribbling every thought on a misplaced piece of paper.
Write in the middle of history class when you notice the peculiar spelling of a name.
Write on the floor in the gymnasium, sprawled against the wall with fingers flying.
Write during lunch, between bites of bagel and cream cheese.
Write in front of the mirror, because sometimes what’s on the outside does matter.
Write at home on the couch, in the place you feel the most safe; innocence will surface.
Write during college biology, take note of the DNA traits and make it into a sickening love story.
Write when you’re alone, the purest (and sometimes scariest) of thoughts come through.
Write when you’re with company, because loneliness is only good in proportion.
Write on your laptop, type rather, and close your eyes.
Write in your mind, where ink doesn’t run out and paper doesn’t tear.
Wherever you are, just write.
Either write or read.
Anywhere and everywhere.
You need to.
I began writing this piece in May of 2013 and finished it in May of 2015. I feel as though this is evident.