When I say I love to write, I really mean,
If you don’t put everything you feel into writing, how do you exist in this world? How can you move around with that that luggage without drowning if you fall into the ocean? I’m not sure how you’re expected to breathe while holding your feelings in. without taking them down on paper and catching them in the air. Writing will always be a part of whatever path I pursue in life. It will always have words in it. I’m going to make art, both for myself and for other people.
When I say I love to write, I really mean,
I am always curious about other people’s story when I look them in the eyes. I can never appreciate a dandelion without thinking of its child. I have to pay attention to the lyrics when I listen to music. Do you understand what I’m saying when I say that rain is not just rain and that you are not just you? Words don’t exist in a vacuum. For as long as I put the words aside, my heart starts to race, my fingers begin to itch, and withdrawal symptoms begin to consume me. When I don’t speak, I am not myself. If the multiverse is true, I hope I’ll never live in a world where I’m not writing. When I say I love to write, what I truly mean is that it saved me.
Why do you write?


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