Because I usually take my work too seriously.
Because drama is not always theatre.
Because I am not always a character.
Because pain is not always a performance.
Because pain is poetry.
Because I am often too proud to market myself.
Because I am overcome by obscurity.
Because striving to stay relevant feels inauthentic.
Because vagueness becomes me.
Because I am a professional disagreer.
Because I am not always pretty.
Because anxiety manifests itself in my skin and in my relentlessly nervous, picking hands.
Because I am sometimes mastered by compulsion.
Because I have the masochistic desire to lie down in the true depth of my sadness.
Because sometimes there is sadness.
Because it doesn't always have to be about something.
Because.