"Why do you write?"

I write because the words threaten to flow out of my eyes and drown my soul in sorrow.
I write because I'm afraid that every memory inside me will disappear like leaves blowing in the wind.
I write because I have so much to say yet can never seem to get the words out from my mouth.
I write because life is fragile, just like a butterfly's wings.
I write because I'm yet to live.
Yet to breathe.
Yet to be free.