Fallacies & Memories

 —a truth in fragments—

I write because it's the surface that absorbs my tears without judgment or question.

I write because it’s an addiction that lets me feel— instead of go numb.

I write because my mind is never quiet. I write to stop the hemorrhaging of my aching heart.

I write because the moon calls to me— and I must.

I write because I was only fifteen, and he should’ve known better.

I write because the logic of my life twists into fallacies, and nothing makes sense.

I write because I pray. I write to be misunderstood by most and understood by few.

I write to root myself— to breathe beneath the noise.

I write so I can get lost in something good.

I write because I remember. I write because… Mom, I really just needed to be held— just once.

I write because… sister, I cherish those memories of summer nights and fireflies.

I write because she built a ghost of what I said, then struck it down with fire and pride.

I write because you never touched the thought I gave, just tore the hand that held it out.

As if my name could soil the truth, or silence what the soul might shout.

I write because wisdom isn’t passed by titles— it’s carved by time and earned by light.

I write because you said I had to choose the edge— to burn or break, to win or die.

I write so I don’t burn it all down.

I write because…

I am.

With Grace & Ink,

Mai