“Who is she? Who is he?
Who are all these people in your writing?”
I get that often. Time and time again.
That is the thing about people–
They always look for reasons behind everything.
They want to be validated. They want to be sure.
“It’s about nothing and everything,” I would say.
I like to let them wonder. Let them look for their own reflection in my words.
I do not make up things. There is a person behind every word, every piece, every story. My person.
I write for them to read.
And for them to see their own person.
Instead of mine.