there once was

i write to fill the remaining pages of my diary with things i want to remember always
i write so i will not have to stare aimlessly at the screaming clock ticking all my empty days away
i write to feel a little better than completely dead on the inside
i write in an attempt to solidify fleeting moments to timelessness
i write so i will miss people & things less
i write to ease the ache sleeping between my lungs
i write to keep myself from crying