I wrote these lines just now whilst thinking about love.
And then I moved on and got to thinking about identities, and why I've been struggling so much with sharing how my writing has been changing recently. Wondering when might be the right time or what might be the right way or what might be the best thing to share first.
And then I wondered why I felt I even had to share my more recent writing, and why I cared so much about how it happened. And I came back to these lines, and it clicked, and I remembered times when people have let me know how much something I've written has meant to them, or how much they've related to it, and how that made me feel.
I care because I love writing, and writing things that include parts of myself and make people feel things is something I could never adequately describe.
I haven't included parts of myself in my writing for such a long time. It's really bloody scary and exciting and confusing but I look forward to new words and sentences coming to me so I can write them down and make them into something.
