Writing (portion 2)

To commit one's thought to writing.
To put it in a form that others can read.
Words that others may or may not comprehend.
Which spark them to think, about something new or something old.
Our own thoughts and feelings put on page,
Using imagery, allegory, and metaphor.

Such as to mention a candle of a slightly orange tint, burning softly in one foggy window of that rickety, old house down the block that one chilly night, when everything seemed- almost too quiet.

Or to discuss a story:
One about two boys, Chucky and Tommy, both around the age of six, whose parents have brought them together to play. Chucky has a particular toy bug, Garry, that he holds very dear. It's a green bug with antennas that light up when you squeeze it; he sleeps with it every night. Tommy saw Garry while over at Chuckey’s house. He thought it was one of the best toys he'd ever seen. Tommy decided he wanted to play with Garry; this is when he did just as he had been taught and asked Chucky if he could. Chucky was hesitant and finally said no. Tommy didn't mind; they played with Legos instead.

Later that night, long after Tommy had been picked up by his parents, Chuckey’s brother Jack, would not let him play with his Nintendo. Chucky became upset and disappointed. After talking to his mom, Chucky remembered that it is Jack's Nintendo, and hoped that maybe Jack would let him play another day. When Chucky got up the next morning to get ready for school, he decided to pack Garry in his backpack so that Tommy could play with it during recess.

One could even bring up...
The cup of tap water sat there half empty; its life half passed and slowly being taken away in short spurts. This cup of water was all she had this morning. There was nothing too special about turning 46 after all.

It's almost weird when you think about it,
All the things writing can do.
Writing can
Outline law for a group of individuals,
Ask questions,
Get answers,
Be formal,
Very casual,
Express what we feel,
Or say nothing at all.
Writing is simply what it is.
It just so happens that what it is to me,
Is a way of saying everything
Without being trapped into saying anything.