Today I am writing because I have a gift.

I can write. My words create worlds.

They can break them too. I’ll make your world shatter with a stroke of my pen.

I’m a much bigger fan of breaking than creating. I write to heal, not to injure, but cracked bones must break

splinter

before they heal anew.

I’ve always wondered about my destiny. Well, now destiny’s given me the answer. She told me explicitly

in words

that I was meant to write.

So, today I write because I have a gift.

Oh, and Destiny told me to.