Writing isn’t something that you do
It is something you become.
You let in experiences
Good and bad.
You let the softest parts of yourself
Be bruised and healed.
You insert yourself into other worlds
Risking losing yourself, now and then.
You devour words for their potential,
Not their concrete meanings.
And you surrender to the scariest moments,
In which you will doubt yourself intensely.
Because it is in those moments,
Between the dark, the light and the fear,
When a writer is born.