I write because I can't exist on my own. Words become my lifeline, a bridge connecting my inner world to the outside. In the vast expanse of silence, the ink flows, weaving a tapestry of thoughts and emotions that dance together on the page. Each sentence, a heartbeat; each paragraph, a breath. 

When I put pen to paper, I find an identity, a reflection of my struggles and triumphs. My experiences shape the stories I tell, and in sharing them, I no longer feel alone. The act of writing transforms solitude into companionship, filling the void with characters and narratives that resonate with my own life.

Through writing, I discover fragments of myself-shadows of joy, echoes of sorrow, and aspirations yet to be fulfilled. It becomes a sanctuary, a space where I can explore the complexities of existence, voicing the unspeakable and giving life to the fleeting thoughts that often go unacknowledged.

In this creative pursuit, I am not merely an observer; I engage in a dialogue with my experiences, turning the abstract into tangible words. Writing allows me to exist more fully, sharing a piece of my soul with the universe. It is, ultimately, a celebration of what it means to be human, reminding me that even in isolation, I am part of a grand narrative shared by all.

-  Meows, 2024