“Why write?”, you ask. I write to pen my thoughts. I write so that my many voices have a permanent place in passing time. I write to revisit my thoughts, objective and clear.
I write to acknowledge the presence of a fleeting feeling. I write to break free from fixations. I write to save my mind from drowning. I write to unstick my choked throat. I write to end suffocation. I write to cast away the rock that sits on my chest.
I write to immortalise love’s butterflies. I write to document expectations and anxieties. I write to validate my flaws. I write to capture my growth as evidence.
I write for proof of existence. I write to resonate with. I write to refute self-doubt. I write to shield my weak mind and heart. I write to feel alive. I write to know life.
I simply write.
