𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑺𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 🎬

Why do I love writing and creating?

Because I cannot not.

Because silence asks to be listened to,
and shadows ache to be translated into light.

Because the ache in my chest sometimes has no language, until a sentence holds it, tenderly.

Because I was born with too many echoes inside,
and nowhere to place them but the page.

Because when I write, I understand what I didn’t know I was trying to understand.

Language becomes a mirror for emotions still unnamed,
and the act of creating becomes the path that reveals them.

Because I can craft entire universes, even when they clash, contrast, or contradict: they all vibrate at my own frequency.
In those moments, I am untouched by the noise of others.
I am whole. I am home.

Because creation is where I remember that I am not just flesh and form,
but breath and bridge,
between worlds unseen and words unlived.

Because when I write, when I create, time exhales.
And the present, so often fleeting, stays a little longer to sit beside me.

Because creating is freedom.

Because in a world that spins so loudly, I long for the quiet miracle of truth.
Because stories are how I map my return, to self, to stillness, to something sacred that cannot be taken.

Because when the divine flows through me, it asks only one thing:
« Don’t hold me, give me wings. »

Because creating is an act of rebellion in a world that glorifies conformity, where distraction is mistaken for joy, and yet reveals, in its very name, how far we’ve drifted from ourselves.

Creation is the antidote, a spark against the dullness,
a remembering of our aliveness, an awakening to the infinite possibilities we carry within.

A life without creating would be, for me, a slow torturing death.