There reason I write:
Everything slows down. My mind stops running as fast as it can and going through thought after thought. It pauses as my thoughts only come to what I need to write about. There is a stillness. I sit, wait, and observe. I wait to see what I hold hidden in the back of my mind, which I often neglect. When I focus, all is well. I write to discover my own mind. To find hidden truths or hidden pains, and so I write.