Echoes of Queen

 So… I came across a post on Instagram one day, and a question sat with me for a while. It said, “Why do you write?” Of course, it seems like a simple question. One that should have a simple answer, especially for someone who calls herself a writer. But I found myself taken aback. Drawn not just to the question, but to the response that followed: “Because my heart knows things my lips can’t explain.” And somehow… that was enough. The truth is, writing was never a choice born from clarity  or from having it all figured out. It was born from overflow. Because believe me when I say this: There are truths within us that only exist when we give them ink . There are moments when silence holds too much, when your soul speaks only in feelings… and writing becomes the only language that understands, the only place those feelings can breathe. Some thoughts don’t arrive as sentences. They come as fragments. Feelings without names. Emotions without direction. Quiet realizations that sit h...