For the Creators

To Those Who Are Quietly
Creating But Wonder,
Who Is This For?

You came to life in the quiet hours —
not for profit, not for praise,
but because something inside me needed a place to rest.
A place where the soft questions could stay soft,
and where truth could speak in lowercase, without apology.

I built you while carrying the weight of a job
that moves too fast, asks too much,
and would keep moving —
even if I disappeared.

But you?
You wouldn’t exist without me.
You are stitched with the thread of my lived experience,
woven from days I barely made it through,
from mornings where hope was the only thing I could carry.
You held me as I sorted through the stuckness.
You witnessed me become more honest.
You taught me how to speak gently —
even when I was afraid no one was listening.

And now…
I wonder if maybe
you could hold someone else, too.

Not as a product,
not as a performance,
but as a lantern for someone walking their own unmarked path.
If you could become a small thread of support — financial, emotional, creative —
then maybe I wouldn’t have to keep trading my life force
to prop up a system that never asked for my wholeness.

This is my hope:
That you help me survive —
without self-abandonment.
That you help others return to themselves —
without needing permission.

You are not a website, a work of art, a reflection of life beyond what you expressed into being.
You are a trail I carved when there was no map.
You are the place where I chose to believe in gentleness,
even in a world that often doesn’t.

And whether you go unseen
or slowly ripple into the lives of others —
I love you.
Because you were honest.
Because you were mine.
Because you were needed.

With gratitude and a trembling kind of faith,
me