This may just stop

one day

I’m probably going to stop writing

Because I’m going to stop living my life in dialogue

I’m going to start just being in the moment

Every moment

And I won’t be in my head enough to come up with words

To say anything of any meaning to anyone

Except what comes out in the moment IRL

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Writing has always appealed to me

As an introvert

As a person who craves solace and solitude

A person naturally melancholic

As a default

But one day

It may just disappear

That desire to be heard

To be understood

To be accepted for who I am

When I am all those things for myself

Completely

Perhaps then

I won’t feel compelled to leave this verbal trace behind

Meanwhile

This is good for me

It’s a reminder of where I’ve been

Markers on the road

Of who I am

Who I am becoming

Who I have been