I write because I breathe new worlds into existence through my words, which emerge from the bowels of my body/spirit.
I write in order to integrate the many contradictions that besiege my soul; through my words, those contradictions can be friends and allies rather than sunder me into millions of irreparable fragments. My words allow my past, present, and future to coincide and inhabit the same places and spaces.
I write because it allows me to live into and know those selves that are not apparent, that are dormant or submerged in other realms and dimensions altogether.
I write because writing lets me hear the music and see the art and imbibe the nutrition and touch the ecstasy of my incarnation.
I write because my words heal.
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