Ghost Writer

"Why do you write?" he asked me.

"I write because I want other people to see the things my mind creates, the people it makes and if I was not to write it would be like ignoring a plead.  One that I can't ignore because if I did it would drive me to no end. Turn my sleep filled nights fill with aggravation and desperation. It would never end until I purged myself of these voices, and people. Till I turn them to face the reality of the cold hard world, without an ounce of regret."

Time raced by as he digested what I have said and then he turns to me and says, "I still don't understand can you explain to me again."