This Is Not About Writing

I write,
Sometimes in fragments,
Sometimes in flowing stories,
Sometimes for myself,
Sometimes for you,
Sometimes for no one at all.

I write,
About the things that shape me,
About dreams just out of reach,
About the laughter that lingers,
About the ordinary moments,
About everything that slips away unnoticed.

I write,
To remember what matters,
To share parts of myself,
To know I’m here, in these words,
To wander in my own mind,
To see the world more clearly,

I write,
I write,
I write,
And then I don’t.