What is writing to you?

The physical manifestation of my inner voice.  It is the questions, the taboos, the mistakes, the discoveries that happen all the time, all at once, in my mind.  It is the deafening white-noise that needs silencing.  It is the phantom pain that needs treating.  

It is the hunting and gathering, the trapping and holding of these ideas.  

It is also the planting, nurturing of a beginning, of an itch, and the watching it, helping it, encouraging it to grow into a developed and complex being, ready for harvest, for consumption. And then it is ready to compost and begin again.  

Writing is a way to make real, to make tangible, the invisible--but paradoxically, more real--existence that is all around and within me.