inspired by final_girl

why write?
for me
that void, that pit of my stomach which grows bigger and bigger like a black hole eating all joy the longer i go without writing. things don't feel real unless i record them, thing feel empty with out some words about them down in ink. i feel invisbible, ghost like, inconsequential without a word near me

if i manage to ignore the discomfort and unhappieness that comes with not writing, the black hole begins to eat all of the joy in my world until everything is just a shadow of itself

writing brings it all into focus
writing makes the light sharper
and while it may not make good things bad
everything is worse without it