Why I Write

Words are subtle
Actions gross
My heart is heavy,
mind bespoke

This is a document I want to update as time goes on.

Right now I’m under the impression that I process my thoughts externally, either through speaking or writing. I also sing sometimes, but that’s mostly an expression of emotion, even when lyrics are involved.

Maybe I’m wrong though. Maybe every time I write I’m blending reason and emotion. Maybe these lines only exist inside my mind.

This space is somewhere for me to explore that.

Gosh this already feels so embarrassing.

Why do I share what I write though? I could just keep this Obsidian private on a password protected server.

I could say it’s accessibility. But it’s more along the lines of “if a tree falls in the forest, but no one is there to see it fall” yet it’s about my emotions and creative process.

My chest has felt tight. A consequence of a muzzle I wear more often than not, one more consequence of capitalist exploitation.

So hello future reader. 👋

I’m going to talk you through what I have going on the brain.

And I’m going to provide details and backstory oh my gosh. Only some. Only when I want to.

Because, I’m going to forget. And someday I’ll read through what I’m writing and be like oh wow I changed my mind or oh wow I agree completely. That’s more important than shame or embarrassment.