I’m loudest when I’m writing, and not when I’m talking.
Writing is a very raw process for me, mostly because I don’t do it to please anyone else. I just do it because it’s my form of release.
A lot of the time I really don’t know where it all comes from. I imagine them to be thoughts bestowed in the hidden corners of my brain waiting for the right time to reveal themselves, and me being totally unaware of their existence until I actually begin writing.
Like they only come out to play through carefully thought out sentences and dance their way around expansive vocabulary words…