Live.

Sometimes I think I write better than I live. Writing the world around me is sometimes more fleeting and exhilarating than living in the world around me. 

Maybe I'll always be a gypsy-spirit. Wandering and never truly finding home until my pen hits the paper. (okay, it's 2015, so when my fingers hit the keyboard) 

Or maybe one day I'll live better than I write. I'll find the umph inside of me to live with all of me, instead of just writing with all of me. 

But just maybe, one day I'll find a balance. Between living and writing, and bringing the two together. 

For without living and experiencing, one has nothing to write of; and to not write, I wouldn't feel as though I was living at all.