About what?

Writing, for me, is both a cage and a key. It is the act of pinning down thoughts that refuse to sit still, and then watching them slip free the moment the ink dries.

I write to conform. To give shape to the shapeless, to make sense of the noise, to speak in a language the world can hold. But I also write to break free. To say the things that don't fit neatly, to wander into the spaces between what is said and what is meant.

Sometimes I write to remember. To keep a moment alive long after it has passed. Other times, I write to forget. To set something down so I no longer have to carry it.

This is squaresphere. A small corner for words that needed somewhere to go.